#looks like whipped cream out of a dispenser or something

[from-leviathans-coffin]

So, uh, what's up with those back folds above his ass? Because I have some concerns.

[rebelspykatie]

While you all wait for the anticipated first date, here’s an alternate ending that I wrote before deciding to take this story in a different direction. This is in reference to my Soulmate AU you can find here. 

Soulmate AU Alternate Ending

They dance around each other for the rest of the year, and Steve quietly graduates, still never having spoken a word to Eddie. That is, until Steve’s father forces him to get a job over the summer.  

When Eddie wanders into Scoops one slow evening, he comes to a halt in front of Steve, looking between him and Robin with wild eyes, like a deer staring down the barrel of a hunters gun.

Robin is watching them, fascinated and a little intrigued by the absolute silence that they seem to be trapped in.

“You gonna order something, Munson?”

Eddie barely looks like he heard her, not looking away from Steve, but he mumbles out an order for one vanilla cone. Robin works around Steve, who is unmoving from his spot leaning against the counter, scooping up vanilla into a cone and holding it out over the freezer.

Eddie finally snaps out of it and goes to pay, which makes Steve realize how he was frozen in place, just watching Eddie. Steve shoves Robin aside and moves to take Eddie’s money. When their hands meet, you can almost see the electricity that passes between them, both pulling their hands back like they’ve been shocked.

“Enjoy your ice cream,” Steve says, looking at Eddie from under thick lashes and fiddling with the cuff on his wrist covering up Eddie’s name. He’s never been close enough to see the dark red stain of Steve’s lips but now it’s all he can focus on.

He can’t work up the courage to say anything back, just nods and takes his cone to a corner booth. It’s conveniently placed where he can see Robin and Steve working, the later routinely glancing in Eddie’s direction while he licks away at the cone, cheeks a faint pink color Eddie’s pretty sure he’s imagining.

Eddie wandered into Scoops close to closing, the regular mass of people dwindling down to just a few stragglers and mall employees. So it’s easy to pick up on the whispered conversation Robin and Steve are having behind the register.

Steve’s cleaning the counters and Robin is refilling the dispensers of spoons and napkins, but they’re arguing. Something about giving it a shot and what harm can it do. Robin receives a lot of bitchy little sneers that almost make Eddie laugh from his vantage point.

He almost chokes on his tongue when they stop arguing and Robin shoves Steve out from behind the counter with a bottle of cleaning spray and a rag. Eddie watches Steve make the rounds, cleaning the few tables that sat between him and the register, before he hesitantly shuffles over to Eddie’s table.

Who knew that Harrington could rock a dumb sailor uniform this well. If Eddie didn’t already have his name on his wrist, he’d scratch out whoever was there and get Steve’s name tattooed in its place from this look alone. No one can ever find out how hot he finds this getup. He’d never live it down.

“Hey sailor,” Eddie says, immediately wanting to slam his forehead onto the table and concuss himself, or maybe crawl under it and die there.

Steve freezes. And now Eddie can see that he was right. The pink color of his cheeks was very real and even cuter up close.

“You and your first mate done arguing?”

“You heard all that?”

“It’s not that big of a store, captain.”

Steve rubs at the back of his neck. “Sorry. She just thinks I’m being stupid.”

“About what? Is the USS Butterscotch sinking?”

A quiet huff of laughter escapes Steve. “You, actually.”

Eddie’s head whips back. “Me?”

Steve nods. He takes a step closer and gestures at the seat opposite Eddie, silently asking to sit. Eddie waves an inviting arm for him to join him.

Steve clears his throat, twisting the rag in his hand, looking down at the table. “She knows what’s on my arm. She’s the only person I’ve told. But she doesn’t understand why I haven’t talked to you, called me a dingus.”

“She brings up a good point. Why haven’t you talked to me?”

“I could ask you the same thing. You’ve known about this longer than I have. But I guess I was just scared,” Steve shrugs. “I’m no catch these days.”

Eddie reaches out and pushes a loose strand of hair out of Steve’s face, who finally looks up and locks eyes with Eddie. “Pretty sure the universe thinks you’re the exact right catch for me.”

They just stare at each other for a minute. Eddie’s never been good with silence, but he feels an odd sense of calm around Steve, like his presence is what Eddie was waiting for, and they barely even know each other.

“You would want that? To try being together?” Eddie nods. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“You’re practically Hawkins royalty, Steve. I thought I was unworthy of even being in your presence, let alone being your soulmate. Our names showing up on each other’s arms is the most shocking thing that’s ever happened to me. I guess I just needed some time to process it.”

“And now?” He says it with this hopeful, shiny look in his eyes, still a bit cautious.

“I think I’m done processing. I’ve totally gotten over the whole jock thing-“

“Hey!”

“I’ve moved on because I think I can really get into this whole vibe,” he tugs gently on the red ascot of Steve’s uniform. “Never would’ve thought sailors were my thing, but you’re really making this work for me.”

A cackle carries across the shop and they both startle as if they forgot anyone else was here. Robin’s laughing as she goes through the register to close it out for the night, eyeing them and shaking her head.

“No one needs to know about your weird kinks, Munson.”

He flips her off. “Leave me and my soulmate alone, Buckley.”

A sharp intake of breath draws his gaze back to Steve. That hopeful look has turned to one of pure adoration. “Your soulmate,” he whispers.

Eddie pulls Steve a little closer and whispers in confirmation, “My soulmate.”

[vampysparkz]

Accidental Petrification

Part 3.

Ajax Petropolis x Normie F!Reader

Enemies to lovers

WORD COUNT: 1,846

Warnings

Cursing and objectifying words, slight usage of marijuana. Stoner Ajax my beloved, more bullying, this time towards Y/N and Ajax

Key

Y/N: Your name

Ajax

Iliana

Bullies

Part 2 👇

TAGLIST

@smexydeftonesfan @smal1etho

After the 10-minute run to the dorms, the girls stumbled in through the door, laughing at Ajax's shock-stricken expression. Mud tracked slightly on the floor from wet sneakers, it had started to rain on their trek.

"Ah damn, shoes off Normie, we're tracking mud" Iliana laughs, taking off her shoes. Y/N obliged, not wanting to muck up the shared room. She pulled off her sneakers and tossed them next to the bathroom door.

"Okay so, what to wear?" Y/N hums, going through her dresser with a small smile. "Something casual" Iliana smiles, sitting on Y/N's bed as Y/N threw possible outfits up onto the bed. Blouses, sweaters, skirts, and pants, all went flying. This went on for about 20 minutes, and at one point they had just reverted to trying on clothes rather than just looking at them.

"STOP" Iliana shouts when Y/N came from behind the dressing screen, wearing a blue Cashmere sweater, and grey acid wash jeans. "That's pretty casual" Iliana smiles, getting up to circle her before her snakes gave a happy-sounding hiss. "That's the one" She giggles.

Y/N found it funny, leaving the clothes hunt up to the snakes, but quoting Iliana, 'male gorgons have snakes for brains', so she figured to believe them. She smoothed out her sweater, and went to brush out her hair, styling it in a way that she liked. She didn't know why she was so excited, or why she was getting so dressed up, she just blamed that she was excited to go back to Jericho.

Once she was ready, she pulled on some warm ankle boots, a coat, and a scarf since it had gotten cold outside, glad that she had requested hot chocolate rather than coffee.

After Y/N was dressed and warm, she waved to Iliana and grabbed her bag, before heading down to the front yard to catch a shuttle into town.

The trip was quick, and the walk to the Weathervane was brisk, the chilled air giving her some form of motivation to arrive faster to reach the warmth. When Y/N stood in front of the Weathervane, she looked in through the glass door to see Ajax, sitting quietly at one of the booths, scrolling through his phone with a white chocolate mocha latte in hand, taking an idle sip here and there.

She took one last breath of the cool air, before walking inside, the bell on the door jingling as she pushed it open. The noise caused Ajax to look up, in the middle of sipping his drink, but when he recognized her, that same goofy smile graced his face.

And even if she didn't want to admit it, she smiled back. She sighs, walking over to the booth with a small hum. "Hello snake boy" She smiles, sitting down as Ajax slid a cup of hot chocolate with a neat swirl of whipped cream on top, along with a cherry, and a strawberry croissant in front of her. "Hot chocolate and a croissant. You said you liked strawberries right?"

He murmurs, putting his phone in his pocket as he took another sip of his drink. At least he was attentive. Ish. "Yeah, I like strawberries" She chuckles, picking up the cup of hot chocolate to blow on, before taking a small sip. She had always preferred the hot chocolate from the Weathervane, enjoying just how rich the chocolate was, with a hint of peppermint.

"Cool" Ajax chuckles, a sort of dorky sound. "Uhm... Can I ask you a question?" He queried, thumb fidgeting with the paper ring on the cup. Y/N looks up from her hot chocolate, a bit of whipped cream on her lip. "Yeah, I guess. What's up?" She hums, and Ajax couldn't help but laugh a little. "Here, hold on" He mumbles, picking up a napkin from the napkin dispenser, and moving to wipe the whipped cream off her lip.

Y/N had to admit, the motion was sweet, and it softened her just a little more. "But yeah, my question was. What was it like going to a normal school?" He questioned, leaning back in his seat.

"Well... It was as normal for me, as going to Nevermore is for you. Standard teenage drama and all, minus the snakes and werewolves" She shrugs, chuckling as she took a sip of her hot chocolate.

"Oh, cool" Ajax nods, his shy smile returning to his lips as he looked down at his latte. She could tell there was more to the question, but she was willing to let it sit for now. She opened her mouth to say something else but was rudely interrupted by a pair of hands slamming down on the table, hard enough for it to shake, causing the two of them to jump.

There stood three teenagers, two boys, and a girl. "Looks like someone's switching teams" One of the boys sneered, he was on the shorter side, stocky and rat-faced.

"I'm sorry?" Y/N scoffed, looking over the other two party members, she recognized them all from her old school, some small group of bullies that got rowdy here and there.

"You heard me. A Normie, going to school with the freaks. What, are you dating one now? It's been less than a day, already whoring yourself out huh?" The boy fumed, earning snickers from the other two.

"And if I was? I don't think it's any of your business" She huffs, turning back to her hot chocolate, glancing up at Ajax, who looked uncomfortable, but also right pissed, snakes writhing under his hat.

The group didn't expect that response but were directing their attention towards Ajax. "Look at that, what're you gonna do? Hiss at us?" The head boy hissed, the other two mimicking little 'ssssss' noises. "How sad, dude is such a pussy that he won't even stand up for his girl" The other boy cackled, and Ajax looked over at Y/N, almost to ask for permission. She knew what he was planning, so she waved a hand at him.

Ajax was in no way usually confrontational, he was shy and anxious, always too scared to make eye contact, but in this specific moment, an odd type of rage had bubbled up in his center. He rose from the table, glancing over at Y/N as she picked a piece of her croissant. "Close your eyes this time yeah?" He asks, and Y/N looks up at him with a soft chuckle. "Only if you don't look at your reflection" she teased, before covering her eyes with her palms and angling her head away from them.

Ajax stares down at the group, tall enough to tower over them. "I'm not even going to waste my breath on you" He huffs, making sure no one else was in the cafe, before pulling off his beanie.

The snakes rose, hissing loudly, out matching their mocking from earlier, clearly in a hostile mood. He stared each of the kids in the eyes, and soon enough, all three of them were petrified, terrified expressions etched into stone.

Once his hat was back on, and the snakes had finished writhing, he looked over at Y/N with a soft sigh. "You're good to look now" He nods, and Y/N uncovered her eyes and looked over the now petrified trio. "They almost look better stoned" Y/N chuckles, getting up as she crossed her arms with a sigh, and looked up at Ajax, immediately noticing his anxious and slightly upset expression.

"Hey... Why don't we get out of here? We can walk back, I'm sure the shuttles are done for the night by now" She sighs, picking up her hot chocolate, and holding Ajax's latte out to him.

Ajax reluctantly took the latte, not even sure if he wanted it, he knew he would want it later on. Ajax nods, offering a hand out to her.

"I know we weren't exactly on hand shaking terms earlier, but is hand holding an option now?" He asks shyly, shifting on his feet. Y/N smiles, knowing that he was uncomfortable, and took his hand.

"Alright you big baby, lets go." She sighs, before leading him out and started the long walk back to Nevermore.

The walk was mostly quiet, holding hands until Ajax pulled his away, taking a neatly (but much needed) rolled joint out from his pocket to place between his teeth to light. He struggled to light the lighter with his hands being cold, but he figured it out pretty quickly.

He took a slow and needed drag, glancing down at Y/N, his cheeks flushing. "Uhm... Try not to tell any of the teachers about this yeah? " he mumbles, looking away from her, being sure to blow the fragrant smoke in the other direction.

"Your secret is safe with me snake boy" she smiles. In reality, she had deduced that Ajax didn't enjoy stoning people, and with that, she was okay. He had put the joint out near the entrance of the academy, and Y/N sprayed him with a bit of the perfume she had in her pocket.

They parted ways at the dorms, Y/N heading down her Hall while Ajax headed down his. Y/N walked in, taking a long breath when she finally made it to her door, pushing it open. She had hoped to talk with Iliana, but she was already passed smooth out in her bed, bundled up in her blankets.

Y/N sighs, taking off her shoes, and going to shower to warm up, and hopefully wash off the stress from the encounter with the bullies. After her shower, she walked out and got changed into some loose fitting pajamas, and sat down at her desk to scroll through her phone for a while.

That was cut short by a knock on the door, which she begrudgingly got up to open.

When the door creaked open, Y/N was surprised to find Ajax, who apparently followed her routine, showered and now in pajamas.

"Can I come in?" He mumbles, fidgeting with his hands as he looked down at his feet. "You're lucky you're growing on me" She sighs, stepping aside to let him in.

The comment earned a sheepish smile from Ajax, who was still just as nervous. After a few moments of standing in silence, he very carefully pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry you had to listen to them just because I was there" he murmurs, and Y/N sighs, hugging him back, tightening the hug slightly.

"It's okay" She mumbles, face pressed into his shoulder. "Thank you, for trying to protect me" she nods.

They stood there for about 5 minutes, just enjoying each others company. His hands slowly and wearily reached up to cup her face, standing like that for a moment as he looked down at her, almost trying to commit every aspect of her face to memory.

He very slowly leaned down, and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

Now KITH

Anyways

This one moved pretty fast, but I'm sad to say that I think I might end this one here!

If it gets in high enough demand, I might wright some more for it. I hope y'all enjoyed! I'm really happy with the response on this so far, and I'm glad Ajax is finally getting more outward recognition ^^.

I also used some color coding, I might go back through the other two and do that so it's a little easier to read. My writing style tends to be pretty jumpy lol.

[wsknbfanaccnt]

PLEASE MORE MURASAKIBARA NSFW 🙏🙏

OKAYYY LETS DO THIS

you asked for knky and i will give you kinky

I DO HOPE THAT THIS ISNT TOO KINKY OKAY IM SORRY IF IT IS IM JUST REALLY EXCITED TO DO THIS REQUEST LMFAO

yall this turned out so long jesus

its also very hot if i do say so myself

also too lazy to proofread so if theres anything wrong im probably just gonna fix it tomorrow

The Sweetest Dessert

warnings: nsfw, food kink, ice play (kinda)

"(Y/N)-chin... I'm hungry..." Murasakibara whined behind you. You were just finishing up the last bit of homework you had for the night, and your purple giant was getting a bit needy.

"You can grab some snacks from the pantry, Sushi. I'm almost done here, okay?" you turned to him, smiling softly. Murasakibara groaned, approaching you and resting his chin on top of yours.

"When are you gonna finish..?"

"In a bit, I'll finish. And then we can do anything you want, okay?" You giggled, seeing how clingy your boyfriend was.

"Anything??"

"Anything." You would soon find that you bit off more than you could chew with this simple word.

"Okay~" Murasakibara cooed, going over to the kitchen. You sighed softly, shaking your head in amusement as you continued your work.

Thirty minutes later you finally completed that last problem, and you took a deep breath. Spending some time with your boyfriend would definitely cool off your stress after all. You soon headed to the kitchen, knowing that he would be there. But something else caught your sight.

On the dining table were three things. A can of whipped cream, sprinkles, and a few cherries. You giggled softly, knowing your boyfriend wanted to satisfy his sweet tooth.

"(Y/N)-chiiiiin~" he cooed from behind you, wrapping his arms around you. He had to bend down slightly to do this.

"Hey Sushi~ What are you making?"

"Mmh... I'm making dessert~"

"Oh? What kind of dessert?" Murasakibara paused for a second and let you go, pouting softly.

"Ne ne... you said we could do anything after you're done, right?" he confirmed. Without knowing what he had in mind, you nodded and chuckled.

"What did you have in mind??" Murasakibara eyed the table and then you. With a small smirk he lifted you up by the shoulders and placed you on the table, you sitting down with your legs hanging off of the edge.

"You're gonna be my dessert, (y/n)-chin~" and with that he lifted your shirt up, exposing you half naked and pushing you down, laying flat on the table on your back.

"A-Atsushi...!" you gasped, both intrigued and a bit nervous. He licked his lips as he eyed your tits, perking up and hard. You were already aroused, just thinking about the mystery of what he was gonna do. He picked up the whipped cream, shaking it a bit.

"No way..."

"I saw it somewhere.. I thought it might be fun to try on my (y/n)-chin~" he cooed. Murasakibara positioned the tip of the can right on the edge of your areola, dispensing the whipped cream in a swirl.

"T-That's cold...!" you gasped, covering your mouth in embarrassment. But it seemed like your boyfriend was having fun, putting whipped cream on the other one.

"Mmh~ And then...." he muttered to himself, grabbing the container of sprinkles and shaking it on top of the whipped cream. He decorated you with the rainbow colored sprinkles, giggling as he pulled away to look at his masterpiece.

"Oh Sushi..." you chuckled a bit, your cheeks tinting red.

"And the last part~" he cooed, taking two candied cherries from a can and placing them on the tip of the swirls of whipped cream.

"Perfect~ So cute~" he giggled, licking his lips in anticipation. Your breasts now looked like the toppings of a milkshakes. You shivered slightly from the cold, squeezing your thighs together.

"Now the best part. Itadakimasu~" Murasakibara cooed. He bent down towards your breast and licked off a bit of whipped cream, a small whimper of arousal coming from your throat.

"Oh? (Y/N)-chin likes it~" he giggled softly. You blushed, nodding a bit. He ate the cherry and started licking all over your tits, making sure to flick his tongue every now and then at your sensitive nipples. The heat under your shorts only grew, whimpering and moaning as he enjoyed his dessert.

"Mmh~ Yummy~" he cooed, his lips stained with whipped cream. You were soaked and your nipples were hard, squirming softly on the table in need.

"Fuck Atsushi, you're turning me on so much..." you whined, wanting more from him. Instead, he went over to the kitchen and grabbed something from the freezer.

"Hey, where are you going...?"

"I'm gonna eat more dessert~" he cooed, moving on to the end of the table where your legs were hanging off. He slid your shorts and underwear off and lifted your legs up on the table so that you were spread in front of him as he sat on a chair.

"Sushi...!" you whined again, lifting your head to see what he was doing. In his left hand, a blue, cylindrical popsicle.

"D-Don't tell me...!"

"It'll make you more yummy, (Y/N)-chin~" he told you, licking his lips again. You jolted as you felt the cold popsicle trace lines around your thighs, followed by his warm tongue which cleaned up the juice.

"So tasty~" you heard him say. The sensations were driving you insane, shivering softly and your pussy soaked with your own wetness. But then you felt something extremely cold trace your folds, and you squealed quietly.

"S-Shit- that's so cold...!" you gasped, a chill running down your spine. The cold sensation slowly traced up and down, circling around your clit but not quite touching it. It was painful but god it felt so fucking good, you couldn't stop moaning.

You suddenly felt the cold inside, spreading your walls and touching your g-spot. You cried out in pleasure, grabbing the edges of the tables for support.

"Fuck! Atsushi...!" you yelped, whining in need as you felt the cold slip out of you. You felt empty, squirming again just to feel any amount of stimulation.

"Looks like (Y/N)-chin reaaaally likes this one~" Murasakibara cooed, licking off the excess popsicle juice (and yours) that was dripping to the floor. You shivered, feeling your pussy burn from how turned on you were. But it didn't burn longer, the cold tracing all over you again. Up and down, in circles around your clit, inside, outside, then circling again. The sound of your moaning filled the room, Murasakibara getting immensely pent up from your reactions. He started to concentrate, pushing the popsicle in and out of you, then tracing it on your clit. He did that repeatedly, slowly. Murasakibara knew exactly how to drive you insane. It didn't even feel cold anymore.

"Fuck- Atsushi please...! I want you inside me so bad...!" you cried out, feeling on the edge every single time.

"But I want to taste you more..." he pouted, pulling away.

"Then make me cum please...! You're driving me insane..." you whined, looking up at him.

"Well I can do that~" the warmth of his tongue replaced the cold, pressing his tongue flat onto your clit and rubbing it softly. Slowly at first, slurping and licking other and all areas of your pussy. He pushed two fingers inside you, curling his fingers up to your g-spot as he heard those beautiful cries of yours.

"Delicious~" he hummed, his tongue now concentrating on your clit. His pace increased on both his fingers and his tongue, noticing you arching your back and your moans getting more high pitched.

"Fuck, Atsushi-! I'm about to cum..!" you cried out as you finally let the pleasure take over your entire body. You moaned nothing but his name, Murasakibara slurping up every drop of your juices.

"My turn~" the purple haired teen cooed. Keeping the same position you were in before he grabbed your waist, hearing a gasp from you. Even you weren't satisfied enough, being so turned on from all his foreplay. He held your waist down as he entered, stretching you wider than the popsicle ever could. You shouted in ecstasy, holding onto his arms as he growled in his own pace.

"Y-You're so warm, (Y/N)-chin..." he groaned, wasting no time and immediately ramming into you hard. You were still so sensitive from cumming, so you felt every thrust and movement of his cock inside of you. He was going insane too, fucking you harder and faster with very passing second. Each reaction from you, your breaths, your moans, how you arched your back and threw your head to the side, it was a sight better than any candy flavor.

The familiar knot in your stomach started to grow again, you tightening around his cock. Murasakibara's thrusts began to feel sloppy, as he was at his limit like you.

"A-Atsushi- I'm gonna..! Again-!" you struggled even to make a full sentence, your mind clouded with the pleasure that he was giving you. And once again you came, crying out as he spilled his cum all inside you.

The two of you caught your breath, Murasakibara slowly pulling out of you and sitting back down on the chair behind him. You sat up on the table, feeling your legs and knees weak from your little session.

"So.. this was what you wanted to do, huh? I did say anything after all..." you said, chuckling a little as you adjusted your position.

"(Y/N)-chin I'm sleepy..."

"Okay, but you have to help me clean up here.. we kinda made a mess,"

"I don't wanna..."

"But the whipped cream is gonna make everything sticky..!" there was no response.

"Atsushi!"

[jargonautical]

Recce

KRZYSZTOF ISN’T TOO surprised when Winter Street starts filling up before the season really gets underway. There’s still a couple of weeks to go before the Easter tours start dropping coach-loads of cantankerous pensioners at the north end car park and dispatching them in search of cream teas and postcards, but he’s already seen the usual uptick in traffic thanks to conference season. Business has been brisk all weekend, and he’s barely had time to straighten up a bit before the bell over the door is jangling yet again. 

It’s immediately evident they’ve come via Jen’s shop, since half of them are clutching the retro candy-striped paper bags she uses to dispense pear drops and humbugs from the glass jars on the shelf behind her. Before the bell has even finished jangling, he pointedly clears his throat and pushes the ‘Patrons Are Kindly Requested Not to Eat or Drink in the Shop’ sign an inch further forward on the counter, and a couple of guilty hands shrink back and put the sweets away into pockets and bags. Satisfied, he nods a vague welcome and returns to his book, occasionally letting his eyes flick up to see what they’re doing. Kids like these rarely buy anything, they just waste his time raking through everything and making a mess for him to straighten up after they leave. 

He’s unwillingly intrigued though; if they’re anything to do with the conferences, they’re far from the usual demographic. Far too young for a start, barely out of their teens some of them, all skinny jeans and floppy hair and scuffed rucksacks slung carelessly over one shoulder.  First in he mentally names Ponytail, for the thick brown hair pulled back off his broad forehead and hanging down his back. Behind him is another youngster with a distinctly indoor look about him, pale to the point of being pasty and dark eyes filled with resignation, like a teenager dragged unwillingly away from his Xbox to take a nice walk in the fresh air. Krzysztof quietly chuckles at how he touches the door handle as he comes in, fingertips delicately extended as if trying not to catch anything. He knows for a fact it’s spotless, since he personally polished the bloody thing to a shine only this morning. Third in line is something of a switch up, slightly older or a superior of some kind - or perhaps that’s the effect of how he’s dressed; a pale pink dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up a little way, blue jeans pressed to sharp creases, polished brown brogues. Dark hair dips in a perfect glossy wave over his forehead, impeccably styled, and meets thick sideburns shading to a neatly trimmed beard. He looks nothing like an academic, student or otherwise; he looks more like the junior doctors up at the county hospital, well-educated and whip-smart Indian boys putting in their residency on this backwater rotation until they can get a placement somewhere more lively. 

Last through the door is a shorter figure of indeterminate gender. A black knitted hat, a ragged fringe of ashy-pale hair and a thick scarf wound double around their neck hide the majority of their face, and an oversized sweater in broad stripes of black and grey covers their shape entirely down to the knees. Skinny legs encased in dull grey jeans end in scuffed black leather boots haphazardly laced up halfway. This one can’t be anything other than a student, not dressed like that. 

Gradually the book occupies less and less of his attention, not that they’d know it - the haphazard placement of framed maps and posters around the shop is actually carefully designed to give the cash a view of almost the whole shop floor without turning. The smart young man eventually disappears down between the bookshelves where he can be heard exclaiming occasionally over some of the titles, while the other two wander round peering curiously into the glass-fronted displays and turning over the boxes of cheaper curios. 

Finally the sour-faced one comes up to the counter with a small handful of flint arrowheads. 

“Are these all found locally?”. 

“Indeed they are, up on the edge of the moor. Kids pick them up when they’re up there playing.”. 

That clearly wasn’t the answer the boy was hoping for; his face rearranges into a displeased frown. “You shouldn’t let people just take artefacts away from a site, you know. Ruins the archaeology. Very irresponsible.”. 

Krzysztof leans back a little and widens his eyes in fake dismay. “Oh, is that right? I’m very sorry, I’m sure. I’ll be sure and tell the kids whose families have been here since Doomsday that they aren’t allowed to turn over rocks any more. I can’t promise it’ll go down too well, seeing as I’m not from around here myself.”. 

He plays up his accent to full effect, ending the sentence with a friendly smile. Ponytail calls over from his corner, “We’ve talked about this Aaron, no lecturing the locals. Leave that to Viktor.”. 

The sour one grins ruefully at the correction. “Good point. Sorry, and I’ll take them please. Oh, and a gemstone lucky dip as well.”. 

Throughout the whole process the last of the group hasn’t said a word, just loitering by the counter idly looking through the rack of carved soapstone pendants. He likes to think he’s good with youngsters even at that difficult age, so he goes for the upsell. 

“What about you, young man - nothing take your fancy today? Must be something on there that suits your style. Souvenir for your mum perhaps? Good value, only £2.99.”. 

The face crinkles into what’s probably a smile under the swathes of fabric. For a split second he’s reminded of the boss, the warming of the lad’s expression making him feel momentarily like a better version of himself. The questing hand turns over several of the designs on offer before there’s a quiet ‘huh’ of triumph and he extracts one with a pale stripe and geometric design. 

“Oh, good choice.”, twinkles Krzysztof as he wraps it in tissue paper and secures it with a tab of sticky tape. “This one is my favourite.”. 

It’s not, but it’s a useful sales spiel he’s employed on many occasions. Make them feel good about it, just like the boss says. The transaction is completed in silence, the child handing over a handful of still-warm coins extracted from a pocket hidden somewhere under the jumper, but he nods thanks as the neat package is placed in his hand. 

“Nice kid.”, Krzysztof mutters to himself as the shop empties and the bell finally stops swinging. 

.............................................................................

Beryl had just decided she could get away with nipping out back for a smoke when the cafe door rattles in its frame, signalling that someone has just fallen foul of the sticky latch. She’s told Andy a dozen times that he needs to get that fixed, and he’s waved his hands in his typical excitable way and assured her that it’ll be done by the time the season starts. Well, he’s the boss - but she’s the person who has to soothe the customers who’ve bashed their heads against the door when it failed to open the first time. She almost turns tail again seeing the four young people filing in. Bet they take forever to go through the menu, and then they’ll order four diet Cokes and a piece of cake to share. But they’ve seen her, one of them giving her a friendly smile while he grabs four laminated menus from the stand by the till, and she busies herself tidying the cutlery tray until they make a decision. 

It does take a while, but she’s pleasantly surprised. Two plates of chips, three sandwiches, tea for four, and on top of that they one by one wander up to the display to review the selection of cakes. Healthy appetites and decent manners, who’d have thought? More than you can say for a lot of so-called adults, especially the old folk who waste her time bitching about extra jam portions. 

As soon as she heads back to the kitchen they crowd together again and strike up a lively conversation. It’s incomprehensible for the most part, full of side-eye and sniggering, whatever it is that’s amusing them so much. In between snatches of conversation they’re glued to their phones as well, apparently carrying on several interleaved conversations at once with absent friends. 

In their group chat however, the topic is far more focused. 

The burst of laughter that greets this startles Beryl, whipping round to stare at them suspiciously. She wonders if they’re laughing at her somehow, even though they haven’t spared her a second glance. But when they get up to leave they’re politeness itself, even going so far as to stack their dirty plates and sweep up crumbs while the tall lad with the ponytail comes over to pay the bill. Clearing the dishes, she even finds a neat stack of coins in one of the untouched saucers – the unanticipated tip.

[elaine-abroad]

Volume 6

The Departure and Home

I’ve been home for almost a week now and everyone has been bothering me to finish this series off with one last volume. 

Sunday was the last full day of peace we would all have before saying farewell to Ewha and Seoul. Grace and I decided to save going to Gangnam for last because of a very long awaited viewpoint we wanted to go to (I’ll reveal in a bit). 

To start off the day, we headed to Hongdae for brunch. There we stopped at this place called Rachel’s Kitchen and had the cutest spread of souffle pancakes and drinks. I remember when Vivian and I along with our other friend went to a souffle pancake cafe during winter break. It was good, but not super worth the wait and price. These pancakes however were delicious and definitely deserved my money. I was also just excited to finally live out my dreams of having ice cream for breakfast.

I got melon pancakes with melon pieces, melon whipped cream, and vanilla ice cream, as well as a strawberry latte which was literally strawberries, milk, and strawberry ice cream.

With our bellies full of wonderfulness, we took the subway all the way to the Gangnam district. I was searching up what to do there and read about this street called Kpop Road. The website said it was in a dense shopping district and that sometimes idols stopped by. That sounded quite appealing to us so we decided to go.

It was pretty underwhelming and disappointing though. Kstar Road was basically a project to honor famous kpop groups through statues along the road. There were no kpop related stores or anything.

In fact, it was filled with all the high-end, designer stores instead. The exteriors of the buildings were very nice to look at, but there was nothing for us there which was saddening.

After deciding there was nothing to do in that area, we took the subway back to where the Starfield COEX mall was because apparently that was where the viewpoint we wanted to see was. It actually isn’t even a viewpoint, but Grace and I thought it would be funny to pay a visit to the infamous Gangnam Style Statue. Yes, there is an actual Gangnam Style Statue. Other people think it’s stupid, but I think it makes sense especially with all that Psy has done for the kpop industry. He walked so groups like BTS could run.

Grace wanted a pic with the hands doing the hands in front of the hands doing the hands, but there were a lot of people there when we arrived. Unsurprisingly though, they were all foreigners. It was really cringe watching them take solo, couple, and family pictures especially since they would pose in a way that looked like mid dance, but funny at the same time. Eventually I got Grace to get up there. Fun fact, Gangnam Style plays on repeat in the area.

Eager to get out of the rain, we ventured back to the COEX mall and decided to pay the aquarium a visit since we didn’t get to go last time. Unfortunately it was extremely crowded and packed with screaming kids, so we decided to walk around and get dinner first. Before that though, we saw this vending machine that dispensed various ice cream bars. It looked cool so we treated ourselves.

I don’t know how we didn’t learn our lesson from the mall food last time, but we didn’t and sat down at this Middle Eastern place. I wanted this smoked salmon pita, but they said it wouldn’t be ready until thirty minutes later so I was forced to pick something else on the spot. Funnily enough though, they took so long that it reached the time the pita would’ve been done at which was kind of dumb. Grace was upset because she purposely picked this chickpea pasta because it didn’t say chicken or beef in front of it like the other menu options but still showed up with meat.

My meal was actually not bad, but the meat took more chewing than I would’ve liked.

We only had an hour after that until the aquarium closed so we rushed on over. I’m not sure how they managed to fit one inside a mall, but I guess it’s how they have the biggest underground mall in the world.

We were greeted with prairie dogs which were definitely the cutest animals inside. I’m also not sure how they thought prairie dogs fit the aquarium scene. They were super cute though.

We also saw turtles, otters, and various fish.

I wanted to see the penguins the most, but of course our mall food had very conveniently caught up with me and suddenly I didn’t feel so good. We barely got to look at the penguins before I suggested we go back home because I was also just tired. The instructions given by our Naver Map app were contradictory every time and it was getting annoying.

Monday rolled around and I had to meet up with my classmates from both classes before the farewell ceremony to set up our art pieces that were going to be displayed. I didn’t want to show my painting stuff especially since our teacher was making us show more than one thing and I just wanted to pack it all up. Here’s a pic with some of other people’s works though.

The farewell ceremony had a lot more happening than the welcoming. We had several performances from students who were taking Korean traditional music and dance. Unfortunately I didn’t take any pictures or videos. We were given certificates of completion though and I snapped this with all of our names in it.

We mostly went back to packing since most of us would be leaving the next day. Some people were even leaving that day so there weren’t many people walking around. Bianca, Grace, and I decided to have one more night to hang out and enjoy our time together so we first got dinner at this tteokbokki place.

We knew we wanted to do karaoke but we were pretty stuffed. Along the way we stopped at multiple photobooth stores to take a couple goofy pictures. I’m not kidding when I say there are more photobooth shops along the streets than anything else. Seoul is run by photobooths and cafes. And they’re not those janky booths they have in arcades in the US either. They have all sorts of accessories like headbands with animal ears, crowns, hats, funky glasses, and props. Some of them even have community hair straighteners, curlers, and perfume.

It was pretty fun taking dumb pics with them. We bought some drinks and snacks to enjoy before karaoke where we spent 2.5 hours. Grace carried for sure and seemed to be having a blast. She knew most of the kpop songs we picked and shouted confidently even though none of us knew a speck of Korean. I had to of course document every time we received a score 100 which was more than we expected.

We stayed out pretty late until midnight. I had to say bye to Bianca until school started because she was going back home to China for the first time in two years and was leaving through a different airport. Grace was going to my airport so I decided to tag along even if it meant we had to leave at the crack of dawn (her flight was at 10 something).

After an insane amount of time and struggle, we finally managed to get to her gate. Neither of us were happy at this point and wanted nothing more than to go home. I sat with her until she boarded the plane which was nice but also sad when I was alone and had to go to my own gate.

The plane food was pretty good this time too, but I don’t think it can top the treatment I got on the way to Korea. I noticed that the flight attendants this time were real skimpy with the drink portions. The cups were way smaller and filled very ungenerously so that kind of sucked. I was also not super eager to eat breakfast since the options were omelet and porridge. Eggs on planes are a big no-no for me, but I saw what the porridge option looked like. I did like that they gave me fresh fruit on the side. I’d been deprived of fresh produce. I love my nightly bowl of fruit and I wasn’t getting that in Seoul.

Everyone keeps asking me how my trip was and if I miss Korea. I’m going to be honest, I did really enjoy all my experiences, but I am very happy to come back. It feels so much more normal, but that’s probably just me not liking to go out of my comfort zone. I’m not saying Korea was uncomfortable in a bad way, but it definitely was not something I could’ve done without a lot of prep. So I’m proud of myself. 

Anyways, I’m happy to be back because I get to see my silly dog and friends. I feel like I lost a lot of time to hang out with people I don’t get to see during the school year.

To make up for lost time, Vivian, our other friend, and I took it upon ourselves to watch the new Barbie movie. We even got the Barbie ice cream from Coldstone.

And just like that my normal schedule picked back up like nothing ever happened. I’m back doing slave work for my unpaid internship which is boring, but at least I get to have fun on the weekends at my museum job. We saw what seemed like a stray cat this time and went out to give it water and pets. It’s very cute and friendly.

Long story short, it was a fun trip and I won’t be forgetting it any time soon, but as with any trip I’ve gone on, home is the best place for me. Traveling as an introvert is challenging.

To end this series, I have a few thanks to give. Thanks to my parents for funding this trip because I make no money. Thanks to my boyfriend who suggested I blog even though I know he’s only read the first volume so far. Thanks to my best friend for telling me she read all of the updates and for existing. And thanks to everyone else who had to make a Tumblr account to read this because Tumblr is stupid like that.

That’s it from me. See you next time maybe.

-Elaine

[merrybrides]

Glam Safari Bridal Shower Ideas

Imagine you’re walking into a bridal shower – or any party really. What’s the first thing you’re going to look for? (Apart from scanning the room for a familiar face.)

That’s right…. The DRINKS!

And this, my friend, is why creative drink stations are a fantastic way to greet your guests. You give them something fun to *drink in* (pun intended!) right from the start and kick off their experience at your party in style.

Read on for 5 helpful tips for bringing CREATIVE drink stations to life.

The key is to keep things stylish AND functional – and to have fun with the design process yourself along the way!

1. Theme Style and Color

This is where you decide on the look you want for your station – the Theme, Style, & Colors – and the details REALLY matter here. For example, if you’re planning a wild animal theme, do you want a rustic and jungle-y look or something that leans boho, edgy, glam, etc? Same thought process with the colors. Getting ultra-specific right from the start will make the rest of your creative decisions so much easier.

For this safari theme, I went with “bold girlie glam” for the style and a color palette of “mainly black & white, with accents of soft pink and gold”.

2. Signature Drinks

Serve 2-3 signature drinks that coordinate with your party theme through their colors, flavors, or both. (These would be in addition to basics like ice water and soda or tea, which can be served in a separate area, usually in coolers.)

For this safari-inspired bridal shower, recipes we used:

Pink Safari Cocktail – a fruity peach & berry cocktail punch

Master of Mixes White Peach Mixer (1 bottle)

Berry Punch* (3/4 gallon)

Vodka (1 liter)

Pour ingredients into a drink dispenser and mix well. Garnish with frozen strawberries & sliced peaches. *I used this punch by Minute Maid.

Note: Using frozen fruits for the garnish helps keep the punch cold without watering it down! I used two (16 oz) bags of peaches and 1 bag of strawberries.

Mojito Love – a sparkling mocktail punch

Master of Mixes Mojito Mixer (1 bottle)

Club Soda (1 liter)

Lemon-lime Soda (1 to 2 liters*)

Ice

Pour ingredients into a drink dispenser and mix well. Garnish with generous amounts of lime wheels and mint leaves.

Note: The amount of lemon lime soda you use is flexible, depending on your personal taste (and how much room is in your beverage dispenser!). And of course, you can also swap out the club soda for white rum to turn this into a cocktail punch.

Mini Espresso Martinis – (love the dark-roasted coffee color of these!)

Master of Mixes Espresso Mixer (1 part)

Coffee Liquer (1 part)

Vodka (1 part)

Mix chilled ingredients in a pitcher with ice. Garnish with whipped cream and chocolate shavings right before serving.

Note: Although I love a good shaken martini, it’s not always realistic to go that route when you need to make a bunch of them at once. I mixed these up big-batch-style in a pitcher, then poured them into disposable glasses. For larger parties, it’s smart to have a 2nd pitcher ready to go and chilled in the fridge…. makes it easy to pour more or refill when you need to.

Your signature drinks don’t need to be complicated to be awesome.

In fact, it’s kind of extra-awesome when they aren’t. (Speaking from experience here!)

I used flavored mixers from Master of Mixes to make each of these signature drinks.

White Peach Mixer for the Pink Safari

Espresso Mixer for the Martinis

Mojito Mixer for the Mojito Love Mocktail

The mixers made the drinks WAY easier to prepare, and they all tasted delicious!

I garnished the espresso martinis with whipped cream and chocolate shavings and served them “grab and go” style. (When serving drinks this way, it’s smart to have a backup pitcher of pre-mixed drinks chilling in the fridge so you can easily fill more glasses when the tray gets low.)

Beverage dispensers are one of my all-time favorite “party tools”. They keep the drinks flowing, are easy to decorate with creative trims, and look gorgeous filled with easy, colorful garnishes like citrus wheels, mint leaves, and sliced fruit!

3. Height & Balance

Creating different levels of height makes a HUGE impact on the overall look of any drink station. All of the “risers” on this table are actually wooden floral/plant containers turned upside down.

As a general starting point, I usually divide my tables into horizontal front and back “zones”. Elevating items in the left/right areas of one zone and the middle zone of the other is an easy way to create a balanced overall look.

4. Backdrop & Decor

Backdrops can be an intimidating thing to figure out for ANY type of styled party table. Here’s a fun trick: about 90% of the time, I use fabric shower curtains for my backdrops! They come in tons of great patterns and are usually less expensive than buying several yards of material.

Balloon garlands are another great option for backdrops. Plus, they’re super inexpensive. This simple garland is made from marbled and solid color balloons strung together (through the balloon tails) with a needle and fishing wire.

Decorative accents on this table included things like bold black & white patterned vases, toy animal figurines spray painted gold, sparkly cups and straws, and interesting textured trims (like tassels and faux fur). BTW – the “vase” holding the straws is actually a toothbrush holder!

Animals sipping cocktails! I love including elements of “surprise & delight” at a party table whenever possible. The playful little displays in the “back zone” on either side of this table are definitely an example of this.

They’re made from inexpensive wall shelves (found at Marshalls) + animal head wall decorations/hangers (Target, $6 each). The animal heads are attached to the wall shelves with zip ties and sipping “party drinks” constructed from bud vases filled with glitter.

5. Printables

Last but not least, are the paper details! Printables are always the perfect finishing touch that really brings a theme to life.

The printable elements used on this station include Silhouettes (hearts & animals on the backdrop), 8×10 Sign, 4×6 Sign, Large Labels (on the drink dispensers), and Tent Cards (for Espresso Martinis). The Printables can be purchased here.

Bridal Shower Printables

Wild About You printables can be purchased here!  Use them to add instant style and personalized details to your party. You can edit the custom text yourself – right on the website – whenever (and as often as) you need to!

* Special thank you to Hostess With the Mostess for sharing this fun bridal shower idea with us. 

[nangsdeliverygoldcoast]

Top 10 Mistakes to Avoid When Using Cream Chargers

Using cream chargers can be a game-changer in your kitchen, turning ordinary ingredients into fluffy whipped cream, delicious mousses, and so much more. But let’s be honest—many of us make a few mistakes along the way that can lead to disappointing results. Don’t worry! I’m here to help you avoid those common cream charger mistakes so you can whip up something amazing every time.

What Are Cream Chargers?

Cream chargers are those little metal canisters filled with nitrous oxide (N2O). They’re perfect for creating whipped cream in a flash. Whether you’re a pro in the kitchen or just starting out, knowing how to use them properly will make all the difference.

Common Mistakes You Should Avoid

 1. Using Old Ingredients

One of the biggest blunders is using stale or low-quality ingredients. Always go for fresh cream and good flavorings. Trust me, the quality of your whipped cream will show in the taste and texture. Aim for heavy whipping cream with at least 36% fat content for that perfect fluffiness.

2. Overfilling Your Dispenser

It’s tempting to fill your whipped cream dispenser to the brim, but don’t! Most dispensers have a fill line for a reason. Overfilling can cause pressure issues and lead to a messy situation. Stick to the guidelines, and you’ll be golden.

3. Not Sealing It Right

A loose seal on your whipped cream dispenser can let gas escape, which means no fluffy cream for you! Make sure the top is screwed on tightly and that any seals are in place before inserting a cream charger. A good seal keeps everything under control.

4. Skipping the Shake

After you’ve inserted the cream charger, give that dispenser a good shake—about 6-12 times should do it! This helps mix the gas with the cream and ensures proper aeration. If you skip this step, you might end up with dense or uneven whipped cream.

5. Using Too Many Chargers

Some folks think that using more than one charger will whip up better results. Not true! Adding multiple chargers too quickly can lead to over-aeration or even damage your dispenser. Stick to one charger at a time, and you’ll be just fine.

6. Not Testing Before Big Events

Before you use your whipped cream dispenser for an important recipe or event, do a quick test run with water or a small amount of cream. This way, you can make sure everything is working properly without wasting any ingredients.

7. Neglecting Cleaning

Cleaning your whipped cream dispenser is crucial! Many people forget this step after using it, which can lead to clogs and funky smells. Make it a habit to clean it right after use—check out guides like How To Clean Cream Dispensers for tips on keeping it in tip-top shape.

8. Storing Whipped Cream Incorrectly

If you’ve made extra whipped cream, store it in the fridge—but try to use it within a few days for the best taste and texture. If you want to keep it longer, consider freezing it in small portions.

9. Using Expired Chargers

Cream chargers do have expiration dates, and using them past that date can lead to poor results or safety issues. Always check those dates before diving into your recipe!

10. Ignoring Safety Tips

Safety is key when using cream chargers! Never try to refill them or modify them in any way; it’s just not worth the risk. Also, make sure you're in a well-ventilated area while using them to avoid inhaling nitrous oxide accidentally.

Wrapping It Up

By steering clear of these common cream charger mistakes, you'll be well on your way to mastering whipped cream and other delicious treats! Whether you're trying out new cream charger recipes or just perfecting your technique, these tips will help ensure success every time.

And if you are looking to buy cream chargers or need reliable delivery options, check out Nangs Delivery Gold Coast for all your needs! Happy whipping.

[nangdeliverysydney]

How do Nitrous Oxide Tank Regulators Work? Understanding the Dynamics

You may not always need a regulator to improve the efficient working of your cream dispenser. However, sometimes, the exact level of pressure may not be produced to get an appealing and textured whipped cream. Is your whipped cream coming out collapsed? Is it not coming out of the dispenser at all? Either your cream charger has run out of gas or you need to adjust the pressure level.

What is a nitrous oxide tank regulator and what is it made of?

A nitrous oxide tank is a pressurized container that holds N2O or nitrous oxide. It is used for whipped cream dispensers and beverage carbonation.

The nitrous oxide tank has a pressure gauge that shows the pressure level of the nitrous gas.

There is an adjustment knob where you can control the amount of gas flowing from the tank to the dispenser.

The delivery valve is where the flow of gas is controlled with an on-and-off function.

The connection ports are what attach the regulator to the refillable tank, including the whipped cream dispenser.

How does a nitrous oxide tank work with a regulator?

You may not be too interested in knowing how a nitrous oxide tank works with a regulator but there are various benefits associated with it. For instance, the regulator will work by fine-tuning the pressure to give you the expected whipped cream texture you want. You can also control how much gas you want to use which is not something you can do with single-use chargers.

Anyway, enough convincing! Let’s look at the workings of a nitrous oxide tank regulator:

The process of adjusting the N2O gas pressure level is done by first connecting all attachments. This includes screwing the regulator onto the valve of the tank. Then the delivery hose is connected to the inlet valve on the dispenser.

You can turn the adjustment knob and check the gauge where the pressure level is shown. You can adjust the pressure accordingly to your whipped cream texture goals.

Once you set the pressure and adjust it as per the gauge display, you can turn on the knob. This will allow a controlled N2O gas flow into the dispenser. The key role of the regulator is to ensure that the gas pressure does not cross the safe limit of the dispenser.

Once the whipped cream is released with the desired texture you wanted, you can turn off the knob. This will stop the gas from flowing into the dispenser. You may also use a dedicated purge valve that can help release any remaining N2O gas from the hose once it is used.

If you are planning to buy a refillable nitrous oxide tank then there are economical options with us. Simply head over to our nitrous oxide tank products to pick and choose the kind that you prefer. Making that whipped cream with the texture you like is based on the efficient use of a regulator.

Blog Source. https://nangdeliverysyd.com/how-do-nitrous-oxide-tank-regulators-work/

[quiltedpomegrantes]

LI’s Ice Cream Shop Orders

(Kylar)

Alex

-Definitely gets an ice cream soda.They’d cycle through different flavors, but cherry is their favorite

-For an ice cream cone, they’d go for a plain waffle cone, two scoops, and some form of nuts on top. Probably pecans, and if they have sugared pecans they’re losing their mind.

-100% needs napkins. No question. But they won’t ask for them and will decline if asked by their server. You’d have to get them, or bring some along. -LowDom!Alex will pay separately from you, or let you pay only if you offer. HighDom!Alex will pay for you, no questions asked.

Avery

-Doesn’t necessarily love how dairy sits in their stomach. Probably goes for a sorbetto or sherbet. NOT rainbow sherbet. Probably a raspberry or a chocolate if they have it. Alternatively, sea salt caramel. Vanilla base, NOT chocolate.

-Cup, single scoop. Maybe a waffle bowl if he’s feeling adventurous.

-Not a big fan of toppings but if he gets sea salt caramel he might get hot caramel on top. Might.

-He’ll ask for one or two extra napkins. If there’s a dispenser he’ll grab three and feel a little nervous that someone noticed. Ice cream is a very rare treat for him, and you two don't often go out together for it. If you insist, he won't complain though.

-Pays for it, no matter the state he's in.

-calls sprinkles jimmies

Black Wolf

-Sometimes you'll buy them a little kid scoop of vanilla. They adore it. Loses their mind with joy. Their tag wags at the speed of light.

-Gets it in a dish, mostly because you don't want to overload them with sugar.

-Maybe whipped cream, but you still worry about the sugar content.

-It's always a bit melted but they're so thankful.

Eden

-Before living in the woods, they weren't particularly interested in ice cream. But on the off chance a craving struck, they'd get something simple. Vanilla or butter pecan. Something not overwhelmingly sweet or complicated.

-Just a cup for them. A cone just seems messy or frivolous.

-No toppings either, but almost would have gotten salted peanuts.

-If you ever convinced him to go to an ice cream shop with you, he'd give you money to pay. They don't like speaking to cashiers.

-MAYBE you could convince him to help you hand-churn some ice cream, but he's not interested in doing it frequently.

-secretly really loves root beer floats.

Great Hawk

-Can birds eat ice cream?

-Can their species eat ice cream??

-Do they like ice cream???

-The answer is yes, yes, and absolutely not. It's way too sweet. The texture is soft. They feel like they're an eyas again being fed by their mom.

-Although they will start looking out for it, after seeing how much you loved eating it. Just for their wife.

Robin

-Superman FANATIC

-You'll relentlessly tease him for this. "Superman tastes like bubblegum." "Ohhh, do you like the pretty colors?" "Isn't that for children?"

-They want a chocolate dipped sprinkle cone, but instead of getting one they'll get it in a cup or cake cone. If you helped at the lemonade stand, they'll be able to splurge on some sprinkles.

-Will cry if you buy them a strawberry milkshake. Yes whipped cream. Yes cherry.

-They won't ask for napkins but if there's a dispenser they'll definitely grab some. They get a little bit nervous when checking out.

-Before entering a romantic relationship, you'll pay separately. After entering into a relationship, you'll probably pay. It's easier that way. They're so cute and thankful for their ice cream.

-Calls it an ice cream parlor.

Sydney

-Loves a cheesecake flavor. Any. Turtle cheesecake, Strawberry Swirl cheesecake, even just a plain New York Cheesecake. But, prefers frozen yogurt over anything else. Adores a key lime fro-yo.

-Cake cone all the way, they love the satisfying crunch. They don't really like sugar cones or waffle cones.

-Loves a good banana split sundae. Only gets plain vanilla with it. You side eye them and ask if they're sure. They say yes????????

-Calls scoops "dips"

-They'll always pay, because Sirris gave them money to.

-Fallen!Sydney will get visibly heated watching you eat ice cream.

Whitney

-Strong Fudgie Brownie. Something with a lot of chocolate. Maybe chocolate peanut butter? Hates fruit flavors, and will bully the fuck out of you for getting one.

-Strong waffle cone or sugar cone. Cups are sooooo boring, why the hell would you get a cup?

-Two scoops. ALWAYS two scoops.

-Doesn't mind a cherry milkshake, but will refuse whipped cream. Unless you guys are alone. No, you will not share.

-Maybe chocolate drizzle or hot fudge on top but can't really do that in a cone.

-You pay. Always you, and if you refuse they'll definitely shake you down. But once they start really caring for you, they'll just waltz out holding your hand.

-Always tempted to eat your ice cream or knock it over. Just to see your face. Would you cry? Just accept it? They've done a lot worse to you. He'd love to watch your lip twitch as you struggle not to cry.

-If the ice cream starts to drip, you will be forced to clean their hands up. They'll switch the ice cream to their other hand, and just push their fingers into your mouth. You better start sucking on them.

-Napkins? absolutely not. That's what you're there for. To clean them up.

Author's note:

Excuse the quick snippet post. I've been working on something a bit longer. I excluded Kylar because there is a karmic imbalance in the amount of content for them, and everyone else. Also, I just wouldn't know what to post for them. I'd love to hear others' opinions.

[littleashleylynn]

Domestic Bliss | Eddie x Chrissy | Part 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

Warnings: MINORS DNI!! Porn with no real plot, tons of smut, breeding kink, food porn, rough sex, oral sex, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, spanking, dom!eddie / sub!chrissy, masturbating, smutty smut smut, unprotected sex (in my head Chrissy is on the pill so BE SAFE AND WRAP IT BEFORE SEX OKAY)

Reblogs and comments super appreciated ;)

PART 1 HERE

Upstairs, Chrissy starts smelling the scent of something sweet cooking downstairs. Eddie wanted her to stay put so he can surprise her with this amazing breakfast he promised, but she couldn’t stay away from him another second. She slid out of her bed, feet touching the floor of her plush rug. She went over to her closet and found her pink silk robe and slid it on to cover her naked body. Chrissy slinks out if her bedroom and softly walks down the stairs towards the kitchen.

She peers into the kitchen to see Eddie with his back towards her, leaning on his elbows on the kitchen island. He was absentmindedly carving the tops off strawberries one by one with a tiny knife in the palm of his hand, almost like whittling pieces of wood. She could see his cigarette dangling from his lips in concentration and how the way he was sticking his ass out to lean on the counter made her see the outline of his sack between his legs. She didn’t want to scare him while he was holding a knife in his hands so she just studied his body with her pretty blue eyes, long eyelashes fluttering. She waited until he took a cigarette break to sneak up behind him and wrap her arms around his waist, pressing her silk, covered breasts into his naked back. She plants sweet soft kisses in the middle of his spine. Eddie cranes his head to look at her.

“You’re supposed to be in bed awaiting your breakfast, princess.” Eddie smiled, holding her hands in front of his stomach.

“I just couldn’t be away from you any longer.” Chrissy purred. After last night, she is just so hungover from his cock and addicted to his natural smell, like a kitten in heat. Nobody has ever made her feel this way before. She slipped her hands out of his hands so she can slip them under the hem of his boxers to grab his perfect ass cheeks. She giggled at her mischievous act. Eddie took a spatula and flipped the finished French toast pieces on to a plate before they could burn as he felt Chrissy’s nails dig into his flesh. 

“Who knew that sweet little Chrissy Cunningham would be such a horny little thing?” Eddie growled arching an eyebrow finishing the dish so that his little vixen can have her breakfast. Chrissy giggled again and her hands left the globes of Eddie’s backside to perch them on either side of his shoulders. She used his shoulders as leverage along with her tippy toes so she can get close enough to his ear to whisper darkly:

“Well, you’re the one who corrupted me, baby.”

Eddie swallowed, breath hitched, body frozen.

He turned around between Chrissy and kitchen island so that now his back is pressed against the cold countertop. “Keep talking like that dollface and you just might miss breakfast.” He growled bringing his pointer finger under her chin to lift it so her doe eyes looked directly into his. He watched, for that silent moment, as Chrissy’s breasts moved up and down from her breathing.

“We don’t have to miss breakfast, you know,” Chrissy began.

“We don’t?” Eddie challenged with a smirk, blowing smoke to the left of them then putting out his cigarette in the nearby ash tray.

“Nope,” Chrissy chirped, eying the finished plate of French toast adorned with strawberries. “And I’m sorry to tell you, the French toast isn’t as perfect as you promised,” she hummed. Eddie didn’t say a word and just watched as she sauntered over to the fridge and opened it, taking out a can of whipped cream and shaking it as she walked back over to the plate. “I like whipped cream on my French toast.” She said as she dispensed a decent-sized dollop of whipped cream on top of the stack, covering some of the strawberries. Eddie still didn’t say a word, lips slightly parted, eyes locked on her with the feeling that something was coming next. She ran her dainty finger through the whipped cream so she can suck it off, making direct eye contact with Eddie.

Eddie felt himself begin to harden beneath his boxers and began absentmindedly palming himself above the fabric. “I mean, you’re not wrong baby...” He purred, eyeing her up and down. 

Suddenly his arousal came over him and he grabbed Chrissy by the waist, and in one swoop, hoisted her onto the countertop as a surprised little squeak left her lips. He felt that familiar fire in his belly as he grew more primal by the second. He ripped open Chrissy’s pink silk robe so that her breasts and sweet little core was exposed to the air.

“Eddie!” Chrissy gasped, pretending to protest his actions.

Eddie grabbed the can of whipped cream next to them and shook it as he growled:

“…I like whipped cream too…but not on French toast…I like my whipped cream on sweet, sweet, pussy.” 

And in one swift motion, sprayed a line of the fluffy cream directly over her aching clit, then stuck out his fat tongue to lap it all up.

“Oh goodness, Eddie!” Chrissy moaned out with her sweet little voice, hands grasping at the top of Eddie’s head and pulling at his curls.

Eddie repeated the same act, dispensing more of the sweet topping this time all over the puffy folds. He licks at her like a starving wolf and then looks up at her while she’s writhing, whipped cream all over his nose and chin.

“So innocent,” He chuckles darkly, referring to her saying ‘goodness’ like a little church mouse, “Say, ‘fuck’, baby. Say ‘oh, FUCK, Eddie’” he growled, rubbing a messy thumb over needy clit, licking his lips. Chrissy looked so fucked out already and could barely speak.

“Can’t say it?” Eddie teased, pouting up at her. “No problem,” He said, removing himself from between her legs. She whined at his absence and he completely ignored her, making his way back to the fridge. He opened it, pondering his selections while sucking on his ring-clad fingers, coated in a sticky residue from the cream. Then he finally came across the bottle of maple syrup he was supposed to use to top the French toast before Chrissy came downstairs. He grabbed the bottle and made his way back to Chrissy. 

With sweet eyes blinking at him, Chrissy watched as Eddie opened the cap of the syrup to give it a little taste.

“Oh – I’ll make you swear.” Eddie said removing his maple coated finger out of his mouth with a pop. “I’ll make you have such a dirty little mouth, sweet Chrissy.” He puts the syrup down on the counter next to her naked thigh and then walks away again to get more ‘ingredients’.

“I am assuming my sweet little innocent princess drinks tea, right?” Eddie asked searching through the cabinets. Chrissy nodded watching in anticipation.

“Bingo.” He said out loud to himself, finding a bottle of honey.

“What are you up to Eddie?” Chrissy asked sweetly with a curious smile.

“Oh me?” Eddie joked. “I am just making breakfast. You’re right, we can’t miss it. It’s the most important meal of the day.” Chrissy looked at him, with a confused but playful look, mouth agape as if she was about to say something back to him. She was wondering where this was going because all she can think about is when he was going to come back and pleasure her some more.

“Oh wait..” He pondered to himself, going back into the fridge, pulling out a jar of grape jelly and putting that and the bottle of honey next to the maple syrup.

“What are you making?” Chrissy laughed, hands still gripping to stabilize herself on the counter.

“You’ll see, doll.” Eddie answered, opening and shutting random cabinet doors until he came across a brand new bottle of chocolate syrup.

“Did I ever tell you I just love chocolate sauce on my pancakes? Well these aren’t pancakes but I think it will still taste good.” Eddie quipped, making her think he was talking about the French toast for some reason. He brought the syrup to his collection of other toppings. Eddie opened the jar of jelly first and dove two fingers right in.

“Eddie!” Chrissy yelped instinctively, knowing now he’s getting his dirty fingers in the jelly her family uses pretty much every morning.

“Relax, Princess.” Eddie chuckled, putting the two fingers in his mouth to lick it off. Glancing over at Chrissy’s exposed pussy, still puffy and aroused. He looked her in the eyes and without warning, dropped his boxers to the ground, wrapping his fist over his hardened cock, and massaged the precum around the pink tip. Chrissy’s breath hitched and she bit her lip in arousal. There he was, Eddie Munson. Completely naked in her kitchen.

Eddie stuck two of his fingers with is free hand back in to the jar that was now on the counter. While his one hand pumped up and down his length, he took his other hand with two fingers coated in grape jelly and held them in front of Chrissy’s lips.

“It’s good, have some.” He purred. Chrissy then sucked in his fingers, cleaning all the jelly off. Eddie groaned at the sensation as he continued playing with himself. After his fingers were cleaned off from her mouth, Eddie grabbed each of the other condiments; chocolate in one hand, honey in the other, and proceeded to squirt both toppings at the same time directly on to her chest, across both breasts.

“Eddie!” Chrissy yelped again, this time more excited and less concerned as the sugary sauces oozed their way over her pert nipples and down towards her stomach. After decorating her body in a sweet sticky mess, Eddie began jerking off his hardened cock again and leaned in to whisper in Chrissy’s ear.

“You look good enough to eat baby, and I’m so fucking hungry.” He growled. Chrissy’s heart began to beat faster and her chest began heaving. With the addition of a little saliva from his own mouth, Eddie slicked his prick and lined it up to her entrance. With the burst of extreme arousal in her chest, Chrissy unexpectedly directed him with velvet in her voice;

“Well, breakfast is ready.”

“Sweet Jesus,” Eddie breathted and pushed his needy cock into her heat and immediately began fucking her silly. Chrissy instantly became a moaning mess on the countertop, throwing her head back. Eddie drank in every cry. Last night the sex was amazing and Chrissy made such sweet, sweet sounds but this was honestly pornographic. This was a new level of unraveled Eddie has ever seen of his darling little cheerleader before.

Thrusting his hips in and out of her, Eddie began lapping up his mess on her body by first suckling chocolate sauce off one her hard nipples. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoed in the kitchen. He switched to the other nipple, drool mixed with honey and chocolate dripping down his chin.

“Ohhh Eddie! Ahh! Ah! Eddieeeee!” Chrissy cried over and over again. God, her moans were so delicious.

“Such a yummy little treat you are for me baby,” Eddie panted, “such a dirty little baby, such a sticky little mess.”

Chrissy was moaning and screaming so loud at this point that Eddie was fairly certain if the neighbors weren’t awake, they were now. 

Eddie continued to lean in every so often to lick up more of the sweetness coating Chrissy’s heaving breasts and tummy while he continued to fuck her senseless. He looked up at her face, seeing how unraveled she was so beyond cock drunk. He pulled out and the sudden emptiness made Chrissy whimper pathetically. He grabbed her waist and pulled her off the counter and flipped her around so now she was leaning on the marble top with her dripping cunt facing his direction. He thrust into her once again and Chrissy let out a loud moan of relief. Her sticky tits bounced against the cabinets below and his ball sack slapped into her clit a he continued driving his thick cock into her heat. He pressed loving kisses onto her back before leaning in to bite into her neck. Along with the savory bites, Chrissy felt his guitar pick necklace that hung around his neck dancing across her back.

“Ah, s-shit baby doll,” Eddie growled, “I can’t believe your pussy is so tight still even after last night.” Chrissy kept moaning and crying as Eddie reached to the counter and grabbed the spatula he used to serve the French toast earlier.

“You remember when I spanked you last night, Princess?” Eddie asked rubbing one of Chrissy’s tight little ass cheeks lovingly.

“Mhm…” Chrissy moaned, nodding her head, adjusting her hold on the counter, continuing to brace herself.

“This might sting a little more than my hand, but I think you’re gonna like it. If it hurts too much you can tell me to stop okay? And if it gets too red on that sweet little tush, I can always put some ice cream on it later.” He purred, maintaining his loving pets on her backside.

“O-Okay” Chrissy choked out as she continued to be fucked relentlessly.

“Ready?” Eddie warned with a grin across his face.

“Y-yes, E-Eddie.” 

Suddenly, Eddie laid a nice whack of the spatula across the meat of her one ass cheek and Chrissy yelped.

“Aah!” She yelped. Eddie bit his lip and groaned at the sight of her red little bottom.

“How was that, sweet girl?” Eddie asked darkly, rubbing the new warm red spot. As Chrissy learned more kinks from Eddie, the more corrupted her innocent little mind became.

“More…again.” Chrissy directed, out of breath. Eddie was stunned to the point he almost paused on the fucking.

“Yeah, you liked that?” Eddie grinned, keeping his hips at a slower, steady pace so he can focus on Chrissy’s response.

“Yeaahh, i-it felt good, I-I need more.” She stammered. 

“Well if you want more, you need to ask nicely, sweetheart.” Eddie smirked giving her bottom a light little tap of encouragement. 

She was so blissed out and horny at this point that the next thing that came out of her lips surprised the both of them. 

“Please, please, fuck daddy, more!” she immediately covered her mouth in pure embarrassment. Not only did she finally say ‘fuck’, she called Eddie Munson ‘daddy’.

“Holy sweet fucking shit.” Eddie blurted out. He slowed his hips more for a second to contemplate what on Earth just happened. “Daddy? Princess? Did I hear that filthy little mouth correctly?”

Chrissy’s cheeks were cherry red at this point. “Oh…no…I-I” She began trying to cover up what she just said.

“Shhhh…no, no baby, its fine,” Eddie cooed, “I have just never been called ‘Daddy’ before.” There was a pause, then Eddie leaned in to whisper in her ear;

“And I fucking love it.” He growled possessively and another smack of the spatula came cracking down on her perfect ass. Eddie then began pounding into her once again. The filthy moans out of Chrissy’s mouth returned.

“Are you daddy’s naughty princess?” Eddie asked teasingly, laying another smack but to the other ass cheek this time. “Using the word ‘fuck’ in this good Christian household?” He grinned devilishly.

“Aaahhh, fuuuckk!” Chrissy cried, the profanities just bubbling out of her now that the first instance of the word is now out of the way. “Spank me again, daddy, spank me pleaseee!”

“Awhhh such a good girl, asking so nicely for such a dirty thing.” Eddie cooed, hitting her again, the plastic making a beautiful ‘whack’ sound that went straight to his cock. He dropped the spatula to the floor and immediately reached in to circle her puffy clit with his fingers.

“Ready to cum for daddy, sweet girl? Is my princess gonna cum all over my cock?” Eddie purred, toying with her sensitive bundle of nerves. “If you cum, I promise to fill this pussy up with my cream, like a sweet little breakfast pastry.”

That’s all Chrissy needed to send her over the edge.

“A-aaahh! Oh god! Eddie! Eddie MUNSON!” She cried, emphasis on the last name, loud enough for the neighbors to now know for sure who the culprit of the most satisfied woman in the world is. Her inner walls fluttered around his thick cock, making Eddie chase her orgasm with his own.

“Aahh! Fuck, baby…” He groaned, spilling his white, thick seed into her. As the ropes of cum ejecting from his tip slowed to a stop, so did his movements. After pulling out, Eddie held Chrissy in place as he bent down to lick a stripe up from her sensitive, puffy clit, to her used opening, up to her tight little asshole, collecting his sticky, dripping ejaculate on his fat tongue.

“E-Eddieeeee.” Chrissy shivered, over-sensitive from too much stimulation.

“Just needed a taste of my masterpiece.” Eddie purred, wiping the excess cum dripping down his chin with the back of his hand. He stood up as he helped Chrissy stand up straight, so he can gently turn her around to capture her mouth in a passionate kiss. Chrissy tasted his salty seed on his lips as she hummed into the kiss. Their bodies pressed together and some of the chocolate and honey left over on Chrissy from before transferred over to Eddie’s sweat-coated abdomen.

“We’re so dirty” Chrissy giggled into his lips, giving him another kiss. Eddie paused to brush up Chrissy’s sweaty bangs to give her a tender kiss on the forehead. 

“I think YOU’RE the dirty one, princess.” Eddie chuckled looking down at her messy, naked body. “So…Daddy, huh?” He laughed.

Chrissy tried hiding herself in his arms, covering her face and blushing. “Oh my goddd, stoooppp…” she whined.

“Where were you hiding that last night?” Eddie joked, prying her hands away from her face.

“I dunno…” Chrissy laughed trying to fight him. “Come’on, Eddie, I’m so sticky, I need to shower.” She whined trying to change the subject.

“We can go shower, as long as you promise to call me Daddy next time.” He winked.

“Okaayy fine.” She giggled, peering over at the forgotten French toast on the counter. Eddie noticed and said,

“It’s okay baby, let’s go get cleaned up and you can finish your real breakfast, okay?” He kissed her on the cheek and ushered her upstairs so he can get his dirty girl all cleaned up.

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Lemme Love You Old School

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: absolutely none- Bucky's just a shameless flirt lol

Genre: just fluff

Summary: Bucky meets you at a diner and plans to sweep you completely off your feet (inspired by the song Old School by Urban Cone)

***

You like your life. It's not perfect and you definitely have bigger goals but for right now you're happy with your life as it is. You work night shifts at a local 24 hour diner in town, it's a quiet job that pays well enough with regular customers who are very kind.

Tonight is going like any other night, a couple of customers are scattered around the diner at around 1 a.m. and you're mostly idly cleaning since the diner is slow.

"Y/n can I get another cup of coffee?" Frank, a regular customer sitting at the counter asks. Frank is a college student who spends most nights here doing homework.

"Sure hon, gimme one second to brew a fresh pot." You say grabbing a new coffee filter and getting a new pot going. Once it's done you top off Frank's empty cup with the hot liquid.

"Thanks y/n." He smiles sipping from his mug.

"Of course, let me know if you need anything." You tell him, going to the kitchen to grab some things for restocking.

"Is it busy out there?" Thomas, the cook, asks.

"Not at all. It's never busy at this time Tommy, you know that." You tell him.

"Never hurts to ask." He shrugs. You shake your head at him and chuckle as you take the box of napkins out to the front to refill the napkin dispensers. When the bell to the diner's entrance rings you look up, shocked to see a trio of unfamiliar men walk in.

"Hello welcome to Empire Diner. Lemme know if I can get you anything." You say to them before continuing your restocking. You don't bother going to them, menus are already at the table so they won't need you until they decide to order. Maybe five minutes goes by before one of the whistles at you.

"Hey doll! We're ready to order!" A deep voice calls out. You look at him and roll your eyes as you finish up the dispenser you're working on. The man in question wears a leather jacket and gloves, his dark brown hair is about shoulder length and he has blue eyes that scream danger and mischief.

"She has a name- don't be rude." Frank huffs.

"She your girl or something?" The man smirks at the college student.

"No! I just have manners." Frank crosses his arms.

"Frank don't scold my customers." You tell him walking over to the table. "What can I get you gentlemen? And whistler." You ask looking at the group. One of the others snorts at your greeting, a Black man with short hair.

"I'll take a cup of coffee and an order of French toast." The black one who snickered says.

"I'll have eggs, sunny side up, and tea if you have it." The third man at the table says you, blue eyes looking at you. They're not the same blue as the whistling man but blue nonetheless.

"We have like, Lipton tea- it's black if that's okay." You tell him.

"Yeah, that's fine thank you." He nods. You turn attention to the whistler with a disinterested look.

"Oh is it my turn now doll?" He smiles.

"Just tell me what you'd like already."

"What if I said I'd like your number?"

"Well that's not on the menu." You roll your eyes.

"Can I at least get your name then?" He leans against the table. You let out a sigh.

"Y/n. My name is y/n." You say.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I'm James, friends call me Bucky." He says easily.

"Great, now are you going to order something or just continue to your foolish attempts at flirting until I kick you out?" You look at him flatly.

"Feisty." He hums.

"Feisty and quickly running out of patience. So order, or you and your friends can leave." You say, your voice calm and polite.

"I'll have pancakes and a hot chocolate with whipped cream." He says leaning back in his seat.

"Your food will be out shortly." You say addressing the other two at the table before turning on your heel and heading over to the kitchen.

"Buck man what the fuck are you doing?" Sam asks.

"Stop harassing the poor woman." Steve frowns.

"I like her." Bucky shrugs.

"You got a weird way of showing it." Sam scoffs.

"You could pick any dame and you chose the one that you made a notably bad first impression on. She probably hates you." Steve says.

"I'm gonna make her my girl." Bucky declares.

"That is for sure not gonna work." Sam tells him.

"You don't know that." Bucky says.

"She doesn't respond to your trademark charm." Steve says.

"I've got a few more tricks up my sleeve. Don't even worry about it." Bucky says confidently. Sam and Steve exchange a look but know that if Bucky has made up his mind, nothing will stop him now. It takes maybe five minutes for you to bring around their meals and drinks.

"Alright, sunny side up eggs and tea for the blue eyed gentleman. French toast and coffee for the brother. And pancakes and hot chocolate for the one who can't keep his eyes to himself." You place their items down in front of them and Sam laughs heartily at your comment on Bucky.

"You're hilarious y/n! I'm Sam by the way." Sam introduces himself.

"I'm Steve- since we're doing introductions." Steve follows Sam's leave.

"It's nice to meet you Sam and Steve! Lemme know if I can get you anything else." You smile at the two before heading off to idly restock.

"See? Maybe quit acting like a tool and you'll get more favorable reactions." Sam says.

"I've got it man." Bucky waves Sam off as he eats. Sam scoffs but the subject changes as the men chat while eating. The trio spends another half hour sitting in the diner as they eat and talk before one of them waves you over.

"Hey y/n!" Steve yells. You walk over to the table.

"What can I help you with Steve?" You ask.

"Oh we're done, can we get the check?" He asks.

"Sure thing! You guys paying together or should I split the check?" You ask.

"If you could split it that would be great." Steve tells you.

"Alright I'll be right back." You say walking over to the register to ring up their checks. It only takes a couple minutes for you to come back over with their checks.

"Here ya go. I'll get these dishes out of your way and be back to collect your payment shortly." You tell them before taking their plates and cups to the kitchen. You return after a moment and each of them hands you their form of payment which you take to the register to process each of their checks quickly. You return to the table one more time to give the men their receipts and thank them for coming.

"It was absolutely wonderful meeting you tonight doll." Bucky says as he slides out of the booth.

"Wish I could say the same about you. But you two were an absolute delight Sam and Steve." You say, first to Bucky, then to his two friends.

"You were amazing y/n. It was nice to meet you." Steve miles.

"I will be coming back- that French toast was killer." Sam says.

"I'll let Tommy know you liked it." You chuckle as the three leave the diner. You typically don't get many new faces that blow through town, and when they do you don't often have much to say about them, but you quite liked Sam and Steve, you hoped to see them again before the wind carries them off again.

~*~*~

It's a few nights later when you see any of their faces again, although this time it's not the whole trio, just Bucky strolls into the diner at around midnight.

"Hey doll!" He says sitting up at the counter. Frank is there too, as always, sitting a few seats away from him. He rolls his eyes at Bucky's greeting.

"I'm sorry have we met before?" Comes your response with a bright but clearly fake smile on your face.

"Aw come on- didn't ya miss me?" He jokes.

"About as much as I would miss the flu." You say.

"Ouch. You wound me darling." He clutches his hand over his heart dramatically.

"If only it was enough to end your foolish flirting." You sigh.

"Not a chance doll." He winks at you.

"What do you want James?" You ask him.

"Cup of coffee please. Black. Two sugars." He says. You grab a mug and pour some coffee from the pot into it.

"We don't put the sugar in for you." You say handing him a black container that holds your various sweeteners.

"You know you should be nicer to me. I'm new in town doll."

"I'm not the town's welcome committee. I don't owe you any more hospitality than I would give any other customer. Although you have been particularly obnoxious so I'm less inclined to give you even that much."

"Oof! Just keep hurting me why don't you." He places his hand over his chest dramatically.

"Would that get you to leave or are you simply a total masochist?" You question.

"Keep talking to find out." He smirks. You look at him flatly.

"Where are your friends by the way? Sam and Steve? You didn't bring the other musketeers."

"What? I'm not enough for you?"

"You don't want an answer to that question." You tell him.

"We don't do everything together you know."

"Hey y/n?" Frank calls over you.

"What's up kid?" You turn your head with a smile.

"Can I get a coffee refill please?" He nods his head towards his mug.

"Of course sweets." You take the pot over to Frank and fill his cup. "You should head out soon Frankie, you have an exam early in the morning. You need a good night's rest." You frown.

"I need to make sure I have the material down." He sighs.

"Frankie- anything you don't know by now you're not gonna know by morning, and anything you already know will be out falling out of your ears when you're half asleep on your exam paper." You tell him.

"I'll leave in an hour. Promise. I just wanna go over this last chapter of notes." Frank says.

"Fine, but that's your last cup of coffee or you'll be up all night anyway." You say.

"That's fair." He hums in agreement.

"Fair or not you weren't gonna convince me otherwise." You chuckle.

"I know- and I know you're just trying to look out for me so thank you." Frank smiles before turning his attention back to his books.

"Course kid- you're in here too often for me not to care." You say walking off to do some restocking.

Bucky watches the entire interaction with a curious gaze. Your interactions with this college kid are very different from yours with Bucky. He knew from his first visit that you were more than a sharp tongue and witty remarks but it's interesting to see it in action. You're kind and thoughtful to those you care for, funny and charming, with a warm heart. Bucky smiles into his cup of coffee as he contemplates  this.

~*~*~

Bucky's late night trips to the diner become more frequent from that point. He comes in four to five times a week, he changes tact a bit when speaking to you. Genuine conversation cuts through his goofy flirting attempts that you always dismiss. He's been in town for a couple months now and he's even managed to make Frank less annoyed by his presence.

"Hey doll." Bucky says as he walks in tonight. He greets you the same way every night.

"Hello again James." You roll your eyes with no real irritation behind it.

"Hey Frank, what're we studying tonight?" Bucky asks your other late night patron.

"Chem." He mumbles.

"How goes it?" Bucky asks.

"I hate it here." Frank grumbles back. You laugh a little as you pour Bucky a cup of coffee.

"Thanks doll. Good luck Frank." Bucky says. The bell from the door jingles letting you know someone else is walking in.

"Hello, welcome to Empire Diner! Oh- Steve, Sam, hi guys." You smile.

"You remember us!" Sam smiles.

"What are you guys doing here?" Bucky asks looking at his friends.

"Oh you know, just looking for our friend who spends all his time at a diner pining after a girl that will never notice him." Sam jokes.

"Sam!" Steve scolds, he didn't want to embarrass Bucky that way.

"Shut up man." Bucky rolls his eyes. You choose to ignore Sam's dig at Bucky, mostly in an effort to not put Bucky on the spot.

"Did you guys want anything?" You ask them.

"Just our buddy back. You've got all his attention you know." Sam says.

"Sam zip it." Steve glares at him.

"You make a terrible wingman if that's what you're doing here." You tell Sam.

"He's not my wingman. Trust me, I don't need this birdbrain helping me with women." Bucky tells you.

"Oh is that so?" You hum.

"I could prove it to you." Bucky proposes.

"If our conversations here are anything to go off-"

"Nah- I've got lots of other tricks up my sleeve." Bucky waves a hand in the air.

"Oh do you now? Alright Houdini." You scoff.

"I'll show ya- lemme take you out on a date." Bucky leverages. Steve and Sam share a look, surprised Bucky actually asked you like that.

"Oo I don't do dates. I'll pass." You say.

"You don't do dates? Why not?" Bucky inquires.

"I've heard every line in the book and at this point it's just all bullshit." You shrug.

"Oh you are so wrong about that." Bucky says.

"Of course you say that. Are you hoping I'll change my mind and go on a date with you even though I just said I don't do that?"

"Yes. So do it once. What've you got to lose?"

"Time."

"You can have all the time in the world if you want it. All I'm asking is one date."

"Why? So we can have a dinner where we connect over nothing and then spend the next few weeks pretending anything is going to come out of this? Modern dating is a farce." You scoff.

"Who said anything about modern dating?" Bucky quirks an eyebrow.

"You know any other kind of dating?" You ask sarcastically.

"Go on a date with me and find out."

"Well you're persistent. Fine. One date. Since you clearly won't drop it." You roll your eyes.

"Great. Friday, 8pm. I'll pick you up, just need an address." He says. You grab an order sheet from your notepad and scribble your address quickly on the plain side of the paper. Bucky picks up the piece of paper, leaves a few dollars for his coffee and stands. "I'll see you Friday y/n." He says leaving with Sam and Steve in tow.

"What just happened-?" Frank blinks at you.

"That bastard just convinced me to go on a date with him." You blink back at Frank.

"Impressive." Frank hums.

"Annoying." You roll your eyes and find something productive to do with your idle time.

~*~*~

Friday rolls around much quicker than you expected it to and you're standing in front of your bedroom mirror doing a last minute judgment before 8 o'clock strikes.

At 8 on the nose there's a knock on your door. Three determined raps against the wood snap you out of your thoughts and have you walking over to answer it. When you swing the door open Bucky stands there in a button down and some slacks, a bouquet of flowers in hand.

"I brought you flowers." Bucky smiles holding out the bouquet to you.

"Thank you. I'll go put these in a vase." You say grabbing the flowers and disappearing into your home for a short while, joining Bucky again in under five minutes.

"Okay, ready to go?" He asks.

"Yeah let's go." You say taking his outstretched hand as he leads you out of the building. Outside of your apartment building Bucky walks you to a motorcycle and hands you a helmet.

"You down for a ride sweetheart?" He asks.

"Of course you ride a motorcycle." You scoff.

"What? You scared?" He smirks.

"I'm fine. You got a second helmet?" You ask.

"What for?" Bucky frowns.

"For you. You can't ride without a helmet." You say.

"Worried about it me doll?"

"If we crash I don't wanna see your skull cracked open." You shrug. Bucky swings his leg over the body of the bike and turns to look at you.

"I'm not gonna crash. Just trust me." He says holding out his hand to you. You put the helmet on and grab his shoulder to steady yourself as you get on the bike. "Hold tight sweetheart." He calls over his shoulder before pulling off. Your hands tighten around his middle as the bike picks up speed. Bucky drives for maybe 20 minutes and you watch the town whizz by until he eventually stops in the city. Bucky parks the bike and helps you off of it.

"What're we doing downtown?" You ask.

"You ever been dancing doll?" He asks.

"Dancing? What like clubbing?" You frown.

"No- like swing dancing." He smiles.

"Swing dancing? No I've never- do people still go swing dancing?"

"All the time. You'll see." Bucky smiles.

"I don't know the first thing about swing dancing James." You say as he grabs your hand and pulls you towards one of the buildings.

"I'll teach you, don't worry! It'll be fun!" He calls over his shoulder. You sigh as Bucky pulls you into a fancy ballroom building. He quickly talks to a member of the staff but you don't really hear the conversation as you take in the early 1900s modeled building.

"James, I'll make a fool of myself here." You tell him once he's dragging you onto the dancefloor.

"No you won't. It's easy. Just follow my lead." He says holding your hands in his as he begins to move his feet. "Just feel the music and swing your hips as we dance. I'll do the rest of the work." He smiles at you as you hesitantly take a few steps that mimic his. "Yes exactly, you've got it- now just do it with confidence." He says after a few counts. It's easy to lose yourself in the music, smiling and laughing as Bucky pushes and pulls you around the dancefloor. He's clearly in his element and falling in step with him is effortless. The two of you dance for at least half an hour, maybe longer, before you're all danced out and dragging Bucky to the bar for a drink.

"So?" He asks once the two of you are sipping your drinks.

"Okay, you're right. It was fun." You chuckle.

"See? And you're good at it doll!"

"Yeah well, I had a pretty decent teacher." You shrug.

"Just decent huh?"

"Better than nothing." You smile. Bucky rolls his eyes at you but he smiles anyway.

"You wanna go get something to eat?" He stands up.

"Sure! Where to?"

"Well I'd take you to a diner but we're always at one of those already anyway so let's hit a food truck." Bucky grabs your hand and leads you out of the ballroom. Bucky walks down the street quickly and purposefully until he makes it to a food truck a couple streets away.

"Do you come downtown often James?" You ask while looking over the truck's menu that's on a sign hanging outside of it.

"Yeah- least once a week. Swing dancing reminds me of my ma- she loved it." He smiles. The two of you order your food and shift to where you'll pick them up.

"You were close with your mom then?" You ask him.

"Yeah, she took real good care of me growing up." He nods. "What about you? Close with your family?"

"Closer with my dad than my mom. But close enough to both." You shrug. Your food is given to you then and the two of you walk down the street as you eat.

"Okay- so tell me what's your deal? Why are you so against dating?" Bucky asks after a few minutes of idle chat.

"I feel like I answered this question already." You hum.

"Give me something more than you've 'heard it all before and it's all bullshit'."

"Well, at the risk of sounding like someone's grandmother, people just aren't dating for the same reasons. It seems like the whole world decided love was overrated. It's kinda lame honestly." You shrug.

"Lame huh- I can't wait to prove you wrong." Bucky smiles.

"Prove me wrong? I take it you're a romantic then?" You turn to look at him. He shrugs.

"My ma always said if I found a woman I wanted to keep I had to earn it. Really sweep her off her feet. Prove that I was worth her affections." He says.

"How's that working out for you Romeo?" You ask.

"Only found one woman who made me wanna do that." He says.

"What happened?" You ask.

"Well she doesn't believe in love really, says it's overrated- so I've got my work cut out for me. But I'm working on it." He smiles.

"You're ridiculous." You shake your head with a chuckle. The two of you walk around for a while talking mostly about yourselves until eventually you head back to his bike and he takes you home. When you return to your place Bucky walks you to your door.

"So? How'd I do?" Bucky asks.

"I had fun tonight." You tell him.

"I'm glad. I had fun too." He smiles. You pause for a moment not sure if you should say what you're thinking. "What's on your mind doll?" Bucky asks with a frown.

"You're not gonna ask to come inside?" You ask him. Bucky shakes his head.

"Not tonight. But I will ask for another date." He says.

"Another date? I only agreed to one."

"So agree to another. I'd like to spend more time with you." He says. You contemplate for a moment before answering him.

"Fine. I'll go on another date with you." You tell him.

"Perfect. How's next Saturday?" He asks.

"You already had a second date in mind?" You ask.

"Maybe." He shrugs.

"Saturday's fine." You say with an eye roll, but the smile that ghosts your lips gives away that you're amused.

"Alright, I'll see you at 9pm." He says.

"That's late." You muse.

"For what we're doing it's gotta be dark out. Plus you're practically nocturnal anyway." He shrugs.

"What are we doing?" You ask.

"You'll find out on Saturday." He smiles turning to walk down the hall.

"James!" You call after him.

"Saturday!" He says as he walks further away. You shake your head and enter your apartment with a smile on your face.

"What am I getting into?" You ask yourself as you get yourself ready for a shower and then to sleep.

~*~*~

Apparently you were getting into some very serious courting from one James Barnes. For your second date he took you to a drive in movie, and despite what you expected he was respectful the whole time, nothing more than an arm around you during the movie. That's when you learned that he also had a car but he barely used it, preferring his bike. He brought you flowers on that date too. Your third date was a week and a half after that, you went bowling, he forwent flowers for a box of chocolate when he picked you up for that date. It was after your third date that he asked to kiss you upon returning you home. It was passionate, but not so heavy that you felt it was going to lead to anything else that night, just enough to leave you breathless as he whispered goodnight. Your fourth date was yesterday, he took you to an arcade at the pier and you ended the evening riding the ferris wheel before he brought you home. And he never made you feel pressured to do anything more than enjoy each other's company. He wasn't kidding when he said he'd plan to sweep a woman off her feet. You were thoroughly swept, though you kept that information to yourself for now. Bucky still came to the diner regularly, even as his plan to woo you went on. Steve and Sam had become common customers as well, though not nearly as often as Bucky.

"Hey doll!" Bucky beams at you as he strolls into the diner with Steve and Sam.

"Hi James. Steve, Sam- good to see you all again." You say as Bucky brings you a single flower and kisses your cheek.

"How ya been sweetheart?" He asks.

"James you saw me yesterday." You chuckle.

"Missed you." He shrugs taking a seat at the counter between his two friends.

"Well, what can I get for you three?" You ask.

"I'll have a coffee." Sam says.

"Can I get an omelet- and some orange juice." Steve says.

"Nothing for me doll, just wanted to see you." Bucky winks.

"You're insufferable." You chuckle. You get Sam his coffee and Steve his orange juice. Steve and Sam stay and chat with you for a little while Steve eats his omelet and the pair enjoy their drinks but eventually the duo bids you and Bucky goodnight before leaving. Bucky stays through your shift, keeping you company through the moments where the diner is empty save you two and when your shift ends around 3 or 4 am Bucky offers to accompany you home.

"Hey doll, quick question for you." He asks once you arrive at your apartment.

"What is it James? Everything okay?" You ask him.

"Yeah everything's fine. Just figured- you know we've been on a few dates now- so, will you be my girlfriend?" He asks.

"Oh- your girlfriend." You mutter.

"If you're not comfortable with that right now. Feel free to say no." He shrugs.

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend." The words are coming out without a second thought and Bucky picks you up and swings you around at that answer.

"Success!" He laughs.

"Success?" You ask with a smile.

"Still think love is overrated?" He asks.

"Maybe it isn't." You shrug with a smile.

"And you said chivalry is dead." He says moving in to plant a searing kiss against your lips. You giggle against his kiss.

"With people like you I guess it can't be." You tell him running your hands through his hair. Bucky truly had convinced you that it wasn't all a fruitless effort. He'd give you the world if you wanted, but all you wanted now was him and he was fine with that.

***

[ceilingfan5]

for you

“It’s you!”

“It’s me.” Kravitz grins from the computer and does a cute little half wave like he always does when they do video calls, and Taako’s heart aches.

He’d give anything to be with him right now, to kiss his stupid handsome face, to flop against him and feel the warmth of another living body that just so happens to care about him very much.

But things are the way they are, and it worked out that their relationship has to go through just a bit of temporary long distance. Short. Brief. There’s an end in sight, no matter how far away it feels. No matter how nauseous Taako gets when he looks at the countdown always running on his phone. No matter how badly he wants to reach through that screen and pull him out and squeeze the breath out of him.

“What’s on the menu tonight, babe?” Taako says, like he’s not writhing in melancholy about the whole situation.

“Funny you should say menu.” Kravitz grins mischievously, and then shares his screen. “Have you ever heard of Cooking Simulator?”

“Already fear is chilling my bones.”

“That’s the spirit!”

Cooking Simulator does not load very well, or fast, and the menu music is fucking deafening, though certainly boppable. It’s kind of silly and kind of charming with a touch of motion sickness thrown in for texture.

“Soooo,” Kravitz draws out. “Love of mine. What should I make you for dinner?”

Taako laughs.

“A burger?”

“Coming right up!” Kravitz calls, and he clicks into the Confectionary kitchen.

“Great sign. Like. Incredible. Super.”

“Have a little faith! You don’t-” Kravitz interrupts himself laughing. “You don’t know- I could be a great cook in the digital sphere, you- you don’t know!”

Taako knows.

Immediately they are met with some issues. Like meat. Meat issues. There is no ground beef in the bakery kitchen. There are no burger patties in the bakery kitchen. There is no chuck, no roast, no turkey to stuff in the blender. The closest thing Kravitz can find, as he whips nauseatingly around the enormous refrigerator stuffed to the gills with eggs and butter and raspberries and entire blocks of baker’s yeast, is bacon. He clicks on the relatively large mound of bacon, which he gets to do individually per bacon slice, and both of them crow with laughter-

“It’s- so fucking small-”

“It looks like a bandaid!! Bacon bandaid! How many- Krav- How many of those constitute a burg?”

“Gonna say six,” Kravitz says confidently, because there are exactly six in the fridge, and he would have to order more otherwise. He immediately adopts and maintains a stupid accent, which doesn’t quite stay in one single wheelhouse, but does make Taako split his sides. “Sounds, um, sounds like a proper uh, patty to me.”

“You’re a monster.”

“You asked for this!”

Taako protests, but Kravitz just laughs, and proceeds to throw the bacon in the blender, along with an egg, for, you know, cohesion, and also flour, for reasons Taako daren’t and caren’t discern. This does not work out.

“Nothing a good attitude can’t fix! Honestly, Taako-” Kravitz snickers and takes the mixture to the mixer, slamming it in and setting it to stun and letting it rip. “You’re gonna love this. This burger’s gonna be so good you’re gonna cream your jeans.”

“Not my jeans!”

The bacon mixture inexplicably becomes a dough. Kravitz carries on and slops it in the oven, in the closest burger shape he can approximate--a little heart shaped pan.

“There are fuckin- there are round-”

“It’s romantical. Don’t unromanticize this for me.”

The heart pan also gets a dough treatment (twice)--“It doesn’t even look like it baked!!”-- and then they’re off to the races. Certainly not horse races, maybe...corgi. Or lizard. Or drunk bicyclists. Because next, well. Next is a problem.

“Kravitz, if you touch that mascarpone, I swear to fucking god-”

“Can’t have a borger without cheese!”

“You explicitly can! KRAVITZ! DO NOT MIX THE MARSCAPONE AND THE CREAM CHEESE!”

“I’m sorry, do you-” Kravitz can barely breathe for laughing. “Do you see cheddar? Some fine- some fine fucking parm-a-sin? Some respectable a-saw-jee-oh?”

Taako is literally fucking crying, and wheezing, and screaming (fuck his neighbors). He cannot abide by this. Kravitz. Kravitz, he cannot abide. This will not be abidden.

AND YET.

“You know what we need?” Kravitz asks, slopping the heart-shaped layers on the cake. Burger. Beef confection. Fuck, it isn’t even beef. Lord above. Christ on a bike. Ring ring. He’s coming through. And he’s blasted.

“Wh-” Taako gasps for breath. “What do we-”

“KETCHIP.” He grapes the bottle of red food dye with force.

“I-”

“Kechpup.” Kravitz slowly rotates the bottle onto the burg.

“Nooooooo!”

“Catstup.” Glowing pink light suffuses their crime. This is not Taako’s idea of what red dye should do to an object, but the game has its...limits?

“I want a divorce.”

“Kep. Spup.” Kravitz chucks the bottle across the digital kitchen, where it bounces off entirely respectable fictional equipment. He paps the top “bun” onto the disaster.

“There. We- We did-” Taako wipes tears off his faces and groans. “We did it. We done did it.”

“I think we should frost it,” Kravitz decides. He pulls out the piping gun and angles for the frosting dispensers on the wall, holding it aloft.

“Time to suckle,” Taako wheezes, and both of them are so lost in the sauce the call almost drops when the laptop falls off Taako’s couch. It takes seven full minutes for either of them to speak complete words at each other, and even then, the nonsense begins again. It takes even longer for Kravitz to actually retrieve and lovingly dispense the frosting, and their sin is done.

“There.” Kravitz picks up the plate with their burger and admires it.

“God, my jeans,” Taako says, voice hoarse from laughing like a buffoon. “Something’s happened.”

“Called it.” Kravitz whips the camera around a few times, and then chucks the burger onto the display area, where it entirely falls apart. “Let’s go to the pizzeria.”

“Great. I want sushi.”

“SUSHI??”

So maybe their call lasts well into the night, and maybe Taako’s bothering the neighbors, and maybe the couch is incredibly empty with only his ass curled up on it, but that love is still there, and still strong, and still absolutely fucking ridiculous. Some souls just match, even if they’re far away.

[coneedogawa]

First Love

I bring you my fanfic for today’s Heizuha week prompt: First Love. I wanted to do something revolving around Kazuha’s first love since we only really know Heiji’s whole first love situation. I also decided to touch on a headcanon of mine that Kazuha likes both men and women. I mainly got this headcanon from when she said she’d be a better partner to Ran than Shinichi and other lines like that. Also with how she reacted and froze when Sonoko tried to jokingly kiss her cheek in the christmas ova, lol. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy this one.

@heizuhaevents

~~~ “Who’s yer first love?”

Kazuha spat out her milkshake and started coughing.

“Oh geez,” Heiji reached over and pulled some napkins from the dispenser on the table, using them to clean up the spray of chocolate and whipped cream. “What’s wrong with ya?”

“What’s wrong with me?! What’s wrong with ya?! What kinda question is that?!” 

“A perfectly normal one fer someone ta ask. Especially since I told ya mine.” He said, face growing red.

Kazuha’s face matched his blush as she averted her eyes, feeling her pulse quicken.

“Idiot, ya kept it from me fer years even when I asked, turnabout’s fair play isn’t it?” She spat. 

“Was it me?”

Kazuha grew more nervous. “Uh, why should I tell ya?”

“We’re already datin’, it’s not like ya have anythin’ ta hide if it’s me.”

Kazuha stayed silent.

“It’s me, right?”

She began to sweat a bit. 

“Kazuha?”

Finally, she sighed and resigned to her fate. “No, it’s… not you.” She braced herself for what she thought would be a series of loud insults. But nothing came. Instead, she looked up to find him silent. 

“Heiji?”

“Who is it?” He didn’t look hurt, but more curious instead.

“I- I want to tell ya but…”

“But..?”

She leaned back in the booth, heaving a deep sigh. “It’s kinda… I don’t know… Personal? Private?”

“There’s barely anyone else here.” He gestured to the almost completely empty diner. 

“Yeah but… I don’t know what you’d think about it.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means…” Kazuha leaned forward as she trailed off, sighing once again. “Heiji, my first love was…”

She grimaced and he readjusted in his seat. “Was..?”

“Promise me ya won’t say anythin’ ta anyone?”

“I won’t.”

“And promise me ya won’t think differently of me?”

He sat up, “What?”

“Just promise?”

He was silent for a moment before nodding. “I promise.”

“Okay… Heiji, my first love was… a girl.”

She braced once again expecting some crazy response from her boyfriend, only to find him just looking shocked.

“A girl?”

“Yeah.”

It was silent for a moment. “Yer a lesbian?”

She glared at him. “I wouldn’t be datin’ ya if I were a lesbian.” 

“Okay, but some people do that thing where they date people ta seem straight and-“

“And I wouldn't do that, dumbass.”

They went silent again. “So do you love me?” He asked.

She scoffed. “Yes!”

“But you like girls.”

“Yes.”

“I’m a guy.”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

He threw his hands in the air, “I’m just lost!”

She caught one of his hands and pulled it to the center of the table joined with his while looking him straight in the eyes. “Heiji, I like both men and women.”

He blinked and seemed in thought for a moment before speaking again. “Ok.”

“Ok?”

“Yeah, ok.”

“Just ok?”

“Yeah? What do ya expect?”

“I just,” She relaxed back into her seat, “-wasn’t expecting ya ta handle it so well.”

He gave a slight laugh. “I’m not like my parents, idiot! Why would I handle it badly?”

“It’s just-“ She cut herself off, starting to smile. “Nevermind, i’m just glad yer not upset.”

“Oh no, I am, don’t get me wrong there.”

She sat back up sharply, her smile vanishing from her face. “Ya are?” 

“Yeah.” Heiji leaned towards her with a glare. “I can’t believe I’m not yer first love!”

She blinked before cracking up laughing.

“I mean, I’m sure I’m 10 times better, no, 100 times better. Yer attractiveness radar is cracked, unless ya met her before me? That must be it! That’s the only way ya ever could’ve fell fer someone else.” He continued, rambling. 

Kazuha started laughing harder, tears forming from how hard she was laughing. Heiji smiled at how cute she was. 

“Kazuha?”

She wiped a tear away as she looked up, “Yeah?”

“Now ya gotta tell me the full story. I need ta know if she compares ta me at all.”

Kazuha giggled, stretching across the table to give him a kiss on the cheek. “No one does, idiot.” 

[hslotharrie]

Pleasures of Quarantine

summary: while doing some domestic home life activities, harry becomes horny and his touches and teasing makes his own neediness rub off on reader

word count: 1677

warnings: smut (fem receiving). I wrote this while I was tipsy so it might not be great!

One good thing about quarantine is the amount of time you get to spend with harry that otherwise he would've spent touring half way across the world.

So, here you were, applying a face mask onto Harry's already near-perfect skin. You had both just gotten out of a hot shower, wearing nothing but soft bath robes and smelling of 'champagne toast' (thanks to the bath set he had gifted you for Christmas). You were sat on the bathroom counter, Harry standing between your legs as you applied the thick mask paste. The mirror was still steamed and droplets of water still fell from Harry's hair onto your lap.

"I wanna kiss you." he mumbles. Pouting. Knowing the answer you're about to give him.

"You'll mess up the mask, H." you giggle back to him, poking his bottom lip.

"Just one, please," he begs. "only one n'then that's it."

Harry knows you can't resist the puppy dog eyes.

You hold just under his chin to guide his mouth to yours. He lets out a pleased hum when your lips catch his own.

You finish applying the sticky paste to Harry's face, then allowing him to apply your own. His face contorts into concentration. He swipes the bush across your forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin before rinsing off the brush and setting it aside. You can't help but smile.

His hands play along your thighs. You think of what could happen later tonight, when you're snuggled in bed together, but you don't dwell on it too long. Instead, the two of you head downstairs to your kitchen. You take out two mugs while he boils some water. It's far too late for coffee or tea, which is why you take out some hot chocolate mix and whipped cream.

Harry, after first demanding a taste of the whipped cream (which you dispense into his tongue) makes a very inappropriate comment about tasting something else later... scoops the chocolate powder into each cup and then stirs in the hot water. You finish off the drinks with milk and whipped cream, giggling at harry when he takes a sip and ends up with a white moustache.

You disappear momentarily back to the bathroom, wiping off the now dried out mask and wetting a cloth to bring downstairs to tend to Harry's. Upon return, he's all over you. Apparently, no mask meant 'free reign' to Harry, and so his hands were making it very hard to do your job of cleaning his face off.

"If you would just— Harry! If you would just stop this would be done a lot quicker!" You scold, trying your hardest to sound stern with him. It ends up just making you both laugh.

"But I want y'now," he whines, pulling at your robe.

Your stomach twists at his words, his own neediness starting to rub off on you, but you keep your face under control as you wipe off the remaining bit of mask. You push off of him to return the cloth to your bathroom, holding in a full out laugh when he grunts out his complaints.

"Babyyyy." Harry calls from downstairs.

"Can I help you?" you snicker from the top of the stairs. He appears at the bottom with an over-dramatic pout on his lips.

"...m'horny."

" Mhm, so I gather. anything else?" you joke, teasing him.

"You're bein' mean." he pouts again.

"Just adds to the fun, right?" now smiling, you start to tug on the tie of your bath robe, loosening it. As soon as Harry sees this he climbs the stairs, eyes connected with yours.

He meets you at the top of the stairs just before the little bow you had previously tied comes apart fully, taking hold of your hips and pushing you backwards with him to your bedroom. The second youre inside, he slithers his hands underneath the robe, ticking your belly and just missing your breasts as his hands trail upwards to slide the robe off of your shoulders. He kisses you once more, guiding you the few feet left before the back of your legs hit the bed and you fall gently backwards.

You start to shuffle up the bed to make room for his body, but he catches your ankles and pulls you back so that your bum sits right on the edge of the plushy surface. He presses a kiss to your left ankle and then travels his hands down to hold your calfs as he lowers to the floor in front of you. You rise onto your elbows to see him and your legs instinctively try to tighten and close against Harry's grip.

"Ah, ah- dont be shy now," he tuts, tapping his fingers on the side of your legs.

Allowing you to keep one leg hooked around him, he moves the other to sit on top of his shoulder. He presses kisses along the side of your knee, lips rising towards your center slowly. His hands feather along your inner thighs only to pass your sweet spot and onto your hips.

He brings his eyes back to yours and taps the side of the leg not yet atop his shoulder to silently ask if you wanted to move it before he starts (you do, slowly lifting your leg onto his other shoulder and earning a smirk from Harry). He moves a bit closer, wrapping his arms under your thighs and holding onto your hips to keep them in place.

"You look pretty like this," he whispers into your thigh, so close you could feel his breath on your heat. You can't even form words at this point so you let out a quiet whine and push your hips against his hands in response.

You involuntarily hold your breath as he lowers his face, pressing a long teasing kiss to your clit. He smiles slyly at you before he dips his tongue into you, gathering your taste on his tongue in one swift stripe.  His eyes close in concentration, while your jaw is wide open; caught in a gasp of pleasure.

It doesn't take long for him to take you to the edge, you're a squirming, moaning mess when he finally attaches his lips to your clit, swirling his tongue and teasing his fingers at your entrance. Within two pumps of those fingers you adore so much, your hands are in his hair and your eyes are clamped shut.

"H-Harry, 'gonna cum, please, H," You beg (not for any reason ...you both know he has no intention to stop).

He can't help but to look up at you, taking in the way his girl is falling apart on his tongue. He's hard, almost painfully so, and he's sure if he curls his fingers one more time—

Your hips buck up against the one arm still holding you down and your legs tighten around him, even if you try your hardest not to squeeze his head between your thighs. Harry doesn't seem to mind at all, as he pumps his fingers and kitten licks your clit through your orgasm until you're gasping and pushing his head away.

After letting you come back to your senses, he removes his fingers slowly and brings them up to your mouth. You happily suck around his fingers, and he returns his face to your heat to lick another long stripe to collect your cum on his tongue for a taste of his own. You moan, still sensitive to his touch, and watch harry's face contort when he lets out his own quiet moan.

You sit up, letting your legs dangle over the sides of the bed and leaning down to kiss Harry. He stands,  keeping your lips connected to his own, and reaches to untie his robe. You break apart, shuffling again back onto the bed and waiting for him to join you.

Once the bath robe is off, he wastes no time climbing overtop of you, breath catching in his throat when his dick taps against your thigh. You kiss him again, smiling at the little sound of desire that erupted from his throat. You forgot how needy Harry was before.

"Need me to top?" you ask tenderly, running your hand through his pretty brown hair.

"No no, s'okay, just don't know how long I'm gonna last."

He reaches onto the nightstand for a condom, ripping the packaging and sliding on the material as quickly but also as gently as possible. You part your legs and wrap them around Harry's hips. He kisses you once more and positions himself at your entrance.  You both let out a strangled gasp when he starts pushing in, Harry having to squeeze his eyes shut to maintain his self control, the need to just pound into you too strong.

Once he feels it's time to set a pace, he leans down to kiss at your neck and collar bone as he moves his hips. Gaining in speed slightly, he lets out whines of pleasure; your own moans sending shocks straight into his cock. You smooth your hands upwards along  the curve of his back, climbing his neck and tugging gently on his hair.

He splutters I love yous and various profanities and each sound he makes makes your core warmer and warmer. One of Harry's hands snake between you, using his thumb to trace circles around your clit. You cry out, arching into him at the unexpected touch.

"Need you— need you t'come, baby, I'm getting close." he rasps, breathless, pulling his head up to kiss you.

You do come, hard, tightening around him and holding onto him for dear life. Even if he's on the brink himself, he coaxes you through it, praising and cheering you on. He presses his forehead to yours when he topples over his own edge, gripping your hip with one hand and holding himself up with the other while he cums. He's in ecstasy.

When he slides out he's peppering your face with kisses, giggling and thanking you.