#mango milk shake

[rdmilk]

Mango Milk: Your Cool, Creamy Refreshment

Mangoes, the king of fruits, are not just delicious but also incredibly versatile. From sweet desserts to savory dips, they add a vibrant touch to any dish. But what if you want to savor the taste of mango without the hassle of peeling and chopping? Enter mango milk, a refreshing and convenient drink perfect for any time of day.

Beyond the Ordinary: The Benefits of RD UHT Mango Milk

While any mango drink can quench your thirst, RD UHT Mango Milk goes above and beyond. Made with real mango pulp and fortified with essential vitamins and minerals, it offers a unique blend of deliciousness and nutrition. Here's why RD UHT Mango Milk should be your go-to choice:

UHT Technology: RD UHT Mango Milk undergoes Ultra-High Temperature processing, ensuring its purity and long shelf life without the need for preservatives. Real Mango Pulp: Made with the finest mangoes, RD UHT Mango Milk delivers a burst of fresh, tangy sweetness in every sip. Fortified with Vitamins: Enriched with Vitamins A, D, and B12, RD UHT Mango Milk helps support your overall health and well-being. No Preservatives: RD UHT Mango Milk is free from artificial preservatives, making it a healthy and natural choice for you and your family. Beyond Refreshment: Creative Ways to Enjoy RD UHT Mango Milk

Whether you're looking for a quick breakfast drink, a post-workout pick-me-up, or a refreshing treat on a hot day, RD UHT Mango Milk has you covered. Here are some creative ways to enjoy it:

Straight Up: Enjoy the pure taste of mango in its most refreshing form. Shake it Up: Blend with ice for a thicker, frothier experience. Fruity Fusion: Combine with other fruits like bananas, strawberries, or pineapple for a delicious smoothie. Breakfast Boost: Add to your cereal, oatmeal, or yogurt for a healthy and flavorful twist. Culinary Creations: Use RD UHT Mango Milk as a base for creamy desserts, sauces, or ice cream. Experience the Deliciousness of RD UHT Mango Milk Today

So, ditch the sugary drinks and embrace the natural goodness of RD UHT Mango Milk. With its refreshing taste, convenient packaging, and health benefits, it's the perfect way to enjoy the king of fruits anytime, anywhere.

[spacebubblehomebase]

Shit post!

Don't take this too seriously, but LMAO XD. -Bubbly💙

[indiangp]

Study youtubers are so crazy... one guy said do not eat food in the morning and study instead because your body uses up energy on digestion and you can't put much energy into studying that way... And I follow it on most days I do study(which isn't a lot these days) and it just makes me feel empty inside 💀

[lipstickontheglass1985]

whos up living deliciously

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

Found you

summary: Continuation to "I still remember..."

Warnings: Mentions of death

Hyun-Ju stands in front of the mirror. The cool Bangkok air drifts through the open window, fluttering the loose cotton shirt she’s wearing over her healing body. It’s been a few months since the surgery. The scars are still tender, but the reflection—she finally sees herself. Not the broken ghost who stumbled out of the game with nothing but blood on her hands and grief in her bones, but someone closer to who she was always meant to be.

She gently touches the flat of her pelvis, then the faint ache prominent. The room is quiet except for the rustling trees outside and the soft hum of traffic in the distance. Sometimes, in moments like this, she still talks to you. Just in her head.

“You’d laugh at me if you saw me now. I cry over almond milk commercials.”

She lets out a breath that’s almost a laugh, almost a sob.

She buried you months ago. Not in the ground—there was no body to claim, no closure—but in her heart, in the last few seconds she saw you, standing at the edge of the game’s twisted design, a flash of panic and determination in your eyes before everything went black.You saved her.

You died for her.

At least, that’s what she believes.

---You’re exhausted. Your fingers are raw from all the doors you’ve knocked on, the shelters you’ve questioned, the hospitals you’ve scanned through endless lists of names at. But you know she’s out there. Hyun-Ju didn’t die in that hell. You saw her win. You saw her collapse in the sand, sobbing, as the helicopters came.

And then you ran.

You were never supposed to survive. But you slipped past the guards in the chaos. You disappeared into back alleys, tore the tracker out of your arm with a rusted fork, and hitchhiked across provinces like a ghost. For months, you lived in shadows, chasing whispers of her name, dodging anyone in pink, fearing that they’d come for you next.

But you refused to let her think you were gone.

Thailand is your last hope. You remembered something she said—quietly, once, when you were both staring at the ceiling of your dorm room in the game.

"If I could go anywhere, it'd be Thailand. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere I could just be... me."

That’s all you have.

---Hyun-Ju pulls her hoodie tighter as she steps out into the street, walking toward the open-air café she’s been visiting every morning. There’s a woman who works there who never asks questions. There’s mango sticky rice that reminds her she’s still alive. There’s routine. Structure. Safety.

She doesn’t see you at first—not really. Just another foreigner on the sidewalk, dragging a suitcase, looking up at street signs. But then she hears something—your voice, asking someone if they speak Korean, a hesitant but hopeful tone.

And it knocks the air out of her lungs.She turns.You turn, too.

You freeze.She forgets how to breathe.The suitcase handle slips from your fingers.

And then you’re both running.

When you collide, it isn’t graceful. It’s messy and shaking and wet from both your tears. She grips you so hard you swear you feel her bones, and you bury your face in her shoulder like you’ll die if you ever look away again.

“You—” she chokes, “You died. I saw—I thought—”

“I couldn’t find you,” you whisper into her neck. “I looked everywhere, Hyun-Ju. I didn’t die. I got out. I got out for you.”

She pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes wild and shining. She touches your face, then your shoulders, as if to confirm you’re really there. You’re thinner. There are new scars. But it’s you.

“Why didn’t you stop looking?” she whispers

.“Because you never stopped living.”

And then she kisses you—not because it’s romantic or perfect, but because there are too many things to say and not enough language in the world to hold it.

---That night, you fall asleep curled beside her on the floor of her tiny room. She’s quieter now, but not the way she used to be. There’s peace in her silence, not fear. She shows you the little plants she keeps on the windowsill. The drawings she did in her sketchbook—some are of you. You cry again when you realize she kept your memory alive this whole time.

And when she puts on her pyjama shorts and lets you see the changes she’s made to her body, there’s no awkwardness. Just reverence. You press your forehead to hers and whisper, “You’re beautiful. You’ve always been.”

---In the morning, she makes you toast and mangosteen tea.

You sit at the table, holding her hand.

You don’t know what happens next.But this time, you're going to find out together.

[imbaebi]

Bingsu Gone Wrong??

ִֶָ࣪☾. 한지숭 —

paring: bf!han x m!reader

genre: miscellaneous fluff

warnings: none?

wc / cc : 909 / 4.8k

skz summer masterlist

synopsis —---

all you wanted was to make some patbingsu but somehow ice flew everywhere around your kitchen so now you're left with puddles and a pouty han jisung

—-- ⪩⪨⪩⪨

It was hot, like really hot these pass few days. You stayed inside mostly, because each and every time you stepped outside you felt like you would melt from either the sun's heat rays or the humid Korean air. Yeah, staying inside was a must. Thank God you worked at home.

It was a lazy afternoon, you had clocked out early since you finished all your work. Now you are scrolling through your feed while laying on the couch. You come across a video of a bingsu review. You were suddenly craving the shaved ice dessert. You could totally make some right now... You get off the couch, quickly heading over to the kitchen. You open your fridge, you had some left over sweet red beans from another dish you made a couple days ago, mangos and blueberries. You knew you also had condensed milk as well.

The door bell suddenly rings. You weren't expecting anyone but you had an idea of who may be at the door. You open the door to reveal your boyfriend, Jisung.

    “Hi Handsome.” He greets. You had only opened the door for just a second before the giant blast of heatwave hits your face. You pull him inside and shut the door to keep the hot air out.

    “Babe, you're just in time. I was about to make some patbingsu.” You explain as he follows you to the kitchen. You have everything you need to make the treat, all that's left was to shave the ice. “Want to help?”

    “Sure!”

You take out your blender from the bottom cabinet before plugging it in the outlet. You take a big bowl to the fridge to get some ice. Once there was enough ice, you bring the bowl to the counter.

    “You can do the ice while I cut up the fruit.” You instruct your boyfriend with a simple task.

    “Alrighty, that I can do.” You nod before going over to the cutting board. You only need to cut the mangos, there was no need to cut the blueberries for they were tiny enough. Jisung watches you go about the plain task of cutting the fruit. There was just something about the way you were doing it which he found attractive. Like how your muscles slightly flexed when you put pressure on the knife, and how your face looked when focused.

“Honey, the ice will melt before you even get a chance to shave it if you keep staring at me like you are now,” you chide with a shake of your head but you couldn't stop the grin from appearing on your face.

    “Right. I can't help it though, you're too handsome.” He whines before dumping the ice into the machine.

“Ji, make sure—” Before you could tell him to make sure the lid was closed properly, before you even got the words out, Jisung starts the machine. And well, you couldn't warn him soon enough. The blender lid flys off.

Ice pieces begin to fly all over the kitchen making Jisung let out a string of swears as he tries to turn it off. When he finally turns it off, the counters, floors, his face and even the ceiling was wet.

    “Holy shit!” You laugh when you saw the water dripping from his face, the view was too funny to not laugh. Your boyfriend pouts. “Wow! I was but a second to late to prevent this.”

You go and pat his head. “It's alright, Ji. We'll just clean this up and start again.”

You grab a couple paper towels and hand him some. You two clean up the mess in no time. But the pout was still on Jisung's face. He looks so cute with his jieekies and adorable pout. You couldn't help but kiss him. His pout melts off his lips as he kisses you back. His back hits the counter. You pull back.

    “Let's try this again, but this time you make sure the blender lid on tight, hmm?” He blushes at the octave your voice lowers to. The position was rather intimate too, you towering him while he's trapped against the counter was doing things to his heart.

    “Y-yeah.” He swallows hard.

You smirk a bit before taking a step back. You reach over to take the bowl and fill it up with ice once again. You bring it back over to Jisung who then dumps it into the blender with slight shakey hands. You must have really affected his heart a minute ago. This time he makes sure the lid was tightly secure before he turns on the blender. The kitchen soon fills with the sound of the machine spinning the blades to crush up the ice inside. After a couple minutes the ice was good enough for the bingsu.

You take out the bowls from the freezer and place them onto the counter. You poke Jisung's side while you reach over for the blender. You put the ice inside the bowls, then you place the mangos and blueberries on top, the red beans next, you had some mochi as well so you put those on top and lastly you drizzle condensed milk over the whole thing. It was done.

You hand your boyfriend his bowl and you take yours too. First bite was cold and refreshing, the perfect thing you needed this summer. Jisung hums in delight.

    “Wanna watch Sailor moon?” You ask before taking another bite.

    “Always.”

©2025 imbaebi — all rights reserved, I don't allow copy of my work. Inspiration is one thing, plagiarism is another. reblogging is appreciated.

skz summer masterlist

taglist — (ask to be added to the skz taglist cause this one is closed now) ;

@lezleeferguson-120, @swagblazemilkshake,

[maplesyrupsainz]

i accidentally deleted this ask srry lol but here it is 😭

pairing: charles leclerc x fem y/n reader (she/her)

genre: blurb, established relationship

warnings: none just fluff

prompt: three [driver] proposing to you

a/n: tysmmm & yey charles reqs r always welcome

my masterlist | my 1k celebration

it's early afternoon when you wake, stretching out your limbs still stiff from sleep, your eyes adjusting to the light spilling in from the cracks in the blinds. your arms instinctively reach to your left, feeling for your boyfriend who, to your dismay, isn't there. a soft sigh escapes your lips as your eyes finally focus on the empty pillow beside you. you notice a note there, a little yellow post-it marked with charles’ familiar scrawl and you smile to yourself, humming with contentment as you read it: enjoy your breakfast, ma belle.

you pad downstairs through to the kitchen, still rubbing your eyes of any remaining sleep. on the countertop lies fresh fruit, all your favourites, cut up neatly along with pineapple juice and some sweet pastries. you smile to yourself, making yourself a cup of coffee whilst you snack on some cubes of mango. another note catches your attention as you go to grab milk, this time in pink, pasted to the fridge door. i will see you soon it read, along with an address. you raise your eyebrows, grabbing your phone and calling charles. no answer. guess you had to play along after all.

after eating and tidying away at a leisurely pace, a smile playing at your lips the whole time, you take a shower and get ready for the day. the sun is low and warm and bright in monaco today, so you dress appropriately. you toy with the pink post-it between your fingers before folding it up neatly, slipping it into your handbag and going out to the car. another note lays atop the steering wheel of the ferrari, this time in green. je t'aime. simple but effective.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you take the familiar rocky path down to the sands of the beach once you arrive, letting the sun warm your skin. this is one of your favourite places to come with charles, and where you had your first date. you regularly revisit that beach picnic together.

when your feet eventually hit the soft sand, you look around for charles, or even any sign at all of his presence. your eyes narrow at the sight of footprints and you follow them eagerly, your skirts swooshing around you as your legs begin to pick up the pace. you stop in your tracks when you see a blue paper on the ground, partially buried by sand. you reach down and snag your fourth post-it of the day. look up. so, of course, you do.

and there he is, your boyfriend, nine or ten paces in front of you. but it isn't who's there that catches your attention, it's what the hell is he doing.

“charles, what are you doing?” you say, beginning to walk towards him quickly, glancing around for any passersby who might see. “if this is a prank, get up now.” you stop in your tracks as he shakes his head once, pulling a box from his pocket. “charles–”

“y/n,” he interrupts you, a shaky grin on his face. your heart is beating out of your chest, so loud in your ears you think you're hearing things when he speaks again. “will you marry me?”

a small gasp leaves your lips, rendering you speechless as you stare down at your boyfriend, on one knee in front of you, the most gorgeous diamond glinting at you in the sun.

“y/n, please reply. i love you and i–” you start to laugh at his panicked words, seeing him become unstable in his position.

“oh my god, cha,” you're giggling uncontrollably now, “get up. of course i'll marry you!”

“oh, thank god.” he sighs, the grin now back on his face. “you scared me, ma belle.” he slides the ring onto your finger before kissing your lips as if he'd never get to kiss you again.

[spacebubblehomebase]

Your art looks so yummy and soft it tastes like soft ice-scream with different flavours for each character. GIVE ME MOREEEEEEEEEE

THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPYYY!!! 💙💙💙💙💙

HOW'D YOU KNOW!!!? No one has ever connected those dots for YEARS!!! 👀 See my headline? "With Love Of Every Flavor..." That's something I wrote in my adolescence which I just never bothered to change. It pertains to my posts and how I make them with love (you can cringe), but I also purposely used it to allude to- you literally guessed it- ICE CREAM!!! Which, according to my family, I was infamously obsessed with. STILL super obsessed with actually! (Tho in my defense, the Philippines is hotter than HELL rn.) So yes! I do see my own art as scoops of ice cream. Have been for- again -YEARS! Besides a "space bubble" for introverts -and people who simply love in a different flavor- to feel safe in, that's EXACTLY what I wanted my art to be seen as!!! Which is why I mostly draw sweet things. (Key word: Mostly.) I wanted to convey the giddiness I feel whenever I eat ice cream with my art. So hearing you say that, tho I know naming the taste of an artist's work isn't all that new, really feels like an achievement! THANK YOU!!! ...Okay. Now that you made it this far through my sappy sugar rush induced writing, I know I went off on a tangent, but since ya'll have been really hyping me up lately, how about an update? On my AU? Just a short and sweet reward? Nothing big. Not much lore, but let's saaaaay... it'll beeeee... today? 🫣 Hehe. More, indeed. ^v^ Stay Tuned~! -Bubbly💙

[valentine-cafe]

bc of the angst i requested, i know i will be needing fluff (or smut) to heal my soul. SO! haitao 209 and luu with their spouse doing grocery shopping before reader smacks haitao’s ass and then gave him an innocent smile, going back to their list of things they need to get

🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : lemon meringue cheesecake !! . . . demon grim reaper ⊹ gn reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡​​​​​​​𝑢​​​​​​​𝑟​​​​​​​𝑖𝑛​​​​​​​𝑔﹕verse 209 ꮽ  zhào haitao

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a stoic & cold grim reaper mercenary, possessed by a vengeful demon 

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... you just can't leave your boyfriend's ass alone, even at the grocery shop ⊹ cw ٬٬ suggestive at the end .

"Carrots, cucumbers, cabbage, asparagus and —" You halt yourself in the midst of reading the grocery list up. Lifting a brow at the little bit of weight that joins your shoulder.

A misty black chin found purchase on the empty spot that wasn't occupied by your boyfriend's hand. "Luu'leriel, stop splitting yourself from me." Haitao sighs and glares at the demon leaning against you like a wet puppy trying to read along.

"Let him read along!" You shush Haitao with a smile and redirects your eyes to the demon on your right shoulder. Five eyes peer back at you. In an almost lotus petal pattern shaped formation, before they move to the paper and back to you. "No mackerel for stir-fry?" He whines.

"You're gonna make me fat." Haitao grunts and glares at Luu'leriel. Who only laughs straight in the grim reaper's face. "If I'm eating the food, you shouldn't worry about gaining. Besides, you're building muscle anyway."

You can't help but laugh affectionally, shaking your head as you speak. "Luu we'll have mackerel stir-fry on friday." And although Haitao sighs in dismay, your other boyfriend is more than happy. Wriggling around around you before he slumps back on your shoulder. Guiding his index across the paper to write on the bottom:

veggies: carrots, cucumbers, cabbage, asparagus, green bea. . . ( continues for a while )

fruits: dragon-fruit, lychee, mango, watermelon, kiwi. . . ( also continues for a while )

meats: pork, chicken, mackerel, tuna, sam salmon

dairy: lactose free milk.

misc: rice, rice-cakes, dumpling dough, condensed milk, boba for luu.

"You're cursing the fucking paper. Do you know how much of a bother it is to clean that up?"

"Suck my dick," Luu'leriel grunts at Haitao, who is picking the groceries and fruits for the wagon you're walking around with.

Oh his veins are about to pop. Dioxazine eyes snap over to exorcise the demon back into him, clasping at the back of his head and pulling. You hear a little yelp from him, before suddenly, your misty demon boyfriend is sucked back into your other boyfriend.

"Menace," he sighs and picks the rest of the lychee into the wagon. You laugh quietly, biting your bottom lip as you look down at his ass. Just another little move, he won't see your hand coming. . .

"He's a bit of a menace, but we love him." You comment, earning a little huff.

"You love him, I don't." Haitao responds, though you hear just the faintest amusement. Which quickly turns into a grunt, when you smack your hand hard against the plush ass hiding behind those black jeans. You slapped hard enough this time for the demon to come back out of Haitao.

"WHO DID THAT?!" The demon squeals enthusiastically "DO IT AGAIN."

"Shut the fuck up," Haitao whispers and starts pulling Luu'leriel back in frantically. Casting you a wide-eyed glance. Yet you pretend to be looking at the strawberries. . . Oh he knew who did that.

The second the two of you reached the next aisle, he pushed you against as secluded corner and whispered in your ear with warning. "When we get home, you're not gonna be let off so easy."

What else can you do but giggle, proud of yourself and now awaiting what is coming for you at home.

꒰ �� ˖ ࣪ 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑢 ... info ꮽ mlist ꮽ verse ꮽ wiki . 

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

I bet Miguel can cook REALLY well.

Like CRAZY WELL.

Being a dad he did have to come up with something to eat for dinner every night

And with Gabriella being a bit picky, sometimes he had to get creative

And some of his favorite memories are the conversations he and Gabbie had while dinner was on the stove

But even now, he loves it. Miguel finds he act of cooking so relaxing. He likes the peace and the order of it

And even if he comes in really really late from HQ - he'll still try and cook something

Fighting sleep while cooking a quesadilla on the stove

He's a Sazon loyalist SORRY ADOBO STANS

There's always tortillas, sour cream and salsa verde in his fridge - freshly made

(if you got those you can figure something out)

And he grows his own cilantro and basil on the window sill

And he'll never use powdered garlic, only fresh

Yes he can eat garlic - yes people on campus ask him that a lot

(he's hot ACTUALLY a vampire)

His seafood is TO DIE FOR

Miguel can make amazing lobster tail, or crab legs (with Old Bay and butter of course)

And his Ceviche is SO GOOD and SO FRESH

Most likely makes everything spicy. It's not even that he 'loves' spicy food - He just makes it spicy AF and acts like he doesn't notice

MEANWHILE you're next to him and it hurts to breathe

He and Hobie are bean stans.

Miguel loves them in Chilli con Carne, with rice, refried, you name it

and Hobie goes through those British blue cans of Heinz baked beans like it's nobodies business

They both think beans are underrated

Makes AMAZING MOLE and even better Tamales

But you have to BEG him for weeks on end to get him to make Tamales cause he can't be bothered - and he will make you help

He likes Avocado, like in general. On toast, with eggs, guacamole use always a staple

He'll often just eat chips and guacamole the whole day in his office and he'll get pissed if the food court is out of it.

Well look at a corn shell ground beef taco and be like 'You think that's a taco? Is that what you honestly believe?'

Loves cooking with other people - in fact Miguel actually just likes working with people in general. That's why Lyla has a personality.

He's good at guiding others during cooking and teaching them things and not bossing them around

OBSESSED LIKE CONCERNINGLY SO

With mango and Tajin

He'll put Tajin seasoning on ANYTHING - the first time Jess saw him put it on watermelon she was like 'what for????'

But he loves fruit in general, watermelon, lychee, guava. A lot of them are grown fresh in the Society gardens

Strawberries are a favorite of his. Gabriella loved strawberries on pancakes

He pronounces lychee - Leechee (not Lie-chee)

He's the fucking PRO at protein shakes and milkshakes

The man needs workout fuel and whey powder and kale and potassium and-

He's in the kitchen 5am getting ready for the gym

Making a shit ton of peanut butter strawberry banana and oats protein smoothie with coconut milk and honey to sweeten

Because he does have a sweet tooth.

Jolly Ranchers are an oral fixation

You can hear him sucking on one, the quiet clacking of it.

Or see him press it into his cheek, lost in thought

But baking and sweets are his secret love

He just doesn't have anyone to test it on anymore - so he doesn't

His flan is the best, and it was one of Gabbie's show faves

He eats parfaits pretty often, and makes them a lot for Jess (and she teases it for it)

Miguel LOVES tres leches cake, as sweet as possible. And fancy stuff like creme brulee

Don't tell anyone but he actually really likes cheesecake he acts like it's a secret

With him cooking get ready for the most sugariest breakfast ever. It's a dad thing.

Whipped cream, fruits, syrup, chocolate chips, you name it.

Sure Miguel shouldn't have been giving Gabriella THAT much sugar THAT early - but with you it's fine so enjoy the stomach ache in two hours

Another dad thing:

COOK OUT FOOD.

Him and Peter get INTENSE.

Miguel swears by charcoal grills, Peter likes propane and gas

Miguel is the tio with the best Hot dogs and relish that HITS

Peter is the burger dad who spends an insane amount of money on Angus beef

Miguel judges your hot dog toppings but says nothing

His ELOTE???? EUPHORIC

Like,,, it'll bring you to tears it's so good - I don't know how he does it

And when it comes to cooking he's ALWAYS willing to learn

He'd rather invite you over and cook you something than going out to eat

He'll learn something you like or where you're from and make something from there

Even better if you can teach him how to make something - the two of you can make it together

But his favorite part by far is setting it down at the table, trying not to seem like he's watching your reaction

And seeing your face light up at the first bite

Or even better -

Seeing you collapse into bed with a food coma

Miguel with cooking and food as a love language

[tari-makes-drinks]

Picture this: you're making yellow curry and you accidentally open a can of coconut cream instead of coconut milk. You've got a crap load of it open now and you just need to come up with a cocktail to use it. Note the ratios below are uhhhh quite approximate. I just poured directly into the shaker without measuring.

Blue Milk from Star Wars

4 parts coconut cream

1 part simple syrup

1 part light rum

1 part blue curaçao

1/2 part lime juice

Shake, serve in whatever. Add a fancy little straw if you feel like.

It's very creamy, as you might expect from the massive ratio of coconut cream. That's OK though, since it's supposed to be a cooling dinner drink a là mango lassi. It has just enough other flavors to lend complexity and smoothness, as the citruses play a soft counterpoint to the cream, and the alcohols give a light kick.

[lunerenzo]

Next Lifetime, 02

Art cred(s); @wacuoms

☆ Pairing(s). Barista!Suguru geto x Nursing student! reader 

☆ Content. Swearing, fluff, talks of food, reader is intended to be black but anyone can read, please let me know if i missed anything :)

☆ Notes. This chapter was a bit harder to write, but I'm still gonna try to update as often as possible. Words in bold is reader.

☆ Word count. 1.84k

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED, Enjoy!

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“Somethings off about you.” Shoko mumbles, eating one of the cookies she stole from the display cabinet. Suguru had been awfully cheery despite her and Satoru leaving him to do the morning rush by himself.“What are you talking about? I’m fine.” He responds with a  small smile, preoccupied with washing some of the tupperware. “No, she’s right. You’re not yelling at us for eating the food, what happened?.” Gojo bellowed with his mouth half full. Feet swinging as he sits on the counter. Suguru shrugs, turning off the water and grabbing the dish rag off his shoulder. “Well, if you were here like you were supposed to earlier, you would know.” “Okay, but we’re not talking about us. We’re talking about you.”

Suguru scoffs, squatting down and putting the cups in the cabinet. “There uh, was a girl that came in early this morning.” Behind him, Shoko and Gojo look at each other. A look of confusion on each others face. “Okay, a customer came in? So what?” He stands back up to his full height after putting everything away. Turning around and leaning against the back counter. “Yeah but like…i don’t know dude. She was beautiful.” Gojo hops off the counter after noticing a customer walk-in, dusting his hands off. Shoko groans, rolling her eyes. “I swear to god, if you hook-up with another-” Geto whips his head in her direction, scowling. “Oh, shut up.” “No, she's right. Do you know how many people we’ve lost because of you?” Satoru chimes in, ripping off the paper from the printer. Walking to the other side of the back counter and pinning the order on the assembly line above . “What was the last guys name? I think it was jay…Or was it Rowan?” Geto smacks the back of his head. “Ow!” “Shut the fuck up, this is different.” They sit there quietly for a while. Shoko walks by shaking her head, glancing at the order sheet before getting to work on the milk bread while Gojo works on the drink. “You’re just mad cause you know we’re right.” 

“Anyway..” Suguru grits, glaring at them both briefly. “She had came in as soon as I opened almost. I was kind of irritated because like..who is up and about that early in the morning, but when i turned around and it was like the world stopped..” Shoko and Satoru rolled their eyes simultaneously. “I don’t know if it was the sunset and the lights playing tricks on me or what, but it looked like she was literally glowing. And she had these gorgeous [e/c] eyes. Her hair was pushed back and so i could see her face and she was the most beautiful person I’ve seen. Her voice was nice too, was chipper and light.” “What was her name?” Satoru mumbled, crushing pieces of mango in the bottom of the glass, adding flavored iced cubes in shortly after. “[Reader].” Shoko looks up from the plate she was preparing. “You get her number?” His lips part slightly before pressing them together, looking down before mumbling lowly. “No.” Shoko and Gojo snicker at his misfortune, watching as he wallows in a corner.

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It’s well into the evening, things have slowed down. Few people, students, sitting in keeping to themselves as the trio have a hushed conversion. The bell that hangs above the door goes off, causing said employees to disperse lazily. “Good evening.” Shoko says with a smile on her face, The other two sit there on their phones. “Hello!” Suguru’s head snapped up, It was her. The girl from this morning. Twice in one day? He didn’t know what he did to deserve this but he is not complaining. He shoves his phone in his back pocket, straightening his clothes a little and tucking the loose hairs from his half-up, half-down, hairstyle away before turning around from behind the counter. 

“H-Hey!” He waved briefly, a lop-sided smile plastered on his lips as he tries to not sweat literal bullets. [Reader] looks at him briefly before doing a double take and her eyes widen slightly, a huge smile on her face. “Oh, hey Suguru!” His heart stuttered a bit. “What are you doing back here?” “I wanted to study but i didn’t want to stay cooped up at home either. Ya’know?” Geto chuckles a bit awkwardly, shaking his head. “Totally.” He had no clue what she was talking about. “Uh, what did you wanna get?” He lightly pushes Shoko away with his hip, taking over the register. She looks up the menu that hangs above, Suguru uses this as a chance to admire her. His eyes slightly lidded with a gentle and dreamy look in them.

“Uhhh, i’ll take a dragonfruit mocktail and a vanilla bean cake.” He jumps slightly, straightening his posture.  “Five, fifteen.” He pops open the register once he notices her pulling out cash. Handing her change once he takes it. “No need, keep the change.” His brow lifted, “Seriously?” “Yeah.” Suguru closes the drawer, pocketing the little money. “I’ll get it to you soon.” He nods, as she walks away with a small ‘thanks’. “So when's the wedding?” Gojo giggled. Geto rolls his eyes, he honestly forgot they were even there. “Oh fuck off.” “You should’ve seen the way you were looking at her.” Shoko added. He rolls his eyes moving past them to start on the order. “Okay, whatever. Can you not be so loud about it? She’s literally two feet away.” Gojo strolls to the side of him, leaning on his elbow to look at him despite Suguru deliberately avoiding him. “So, you gonna get her number?” He leans over him, grabbing the small pitcher of lime juice. “Uhh, maybe.” He says slowly, pouring a little of it before grabbing the bag of freeze dried dragon fruit. 

“If you don’t i will.” Shoko declared, leaning against the counter on the other side of Geto. Watching [Reader] as she sat in the bean bag across the way. Pulling out her laptop. “Like hell you will.” Suguru argued, smashing up the fruits at the bottom of the cup and putting ice in it. “Don’t even know if she’s single.” He grumbled, snatching the liter of sprite from the mini fridge.  “Just ask, and if she says she isn’t, get her number.” Gojo shrugs. “Yeah, you’re making a big deal out of nothing.” Shoko added, getting a slice of vanilla cake out and on a plate. He sighs. “I’ll try.”

☆A/N. I don't know how to feel on the ending. I'm making the masterlist for this soon. If any want to be on the tag list let me know!

© 2023 lunerenzo, please don’t plagiarize or translate work.

[rogueddie]

The apparently "accurate" scoops ahoy menu;

Ice Cream:

One Scoop Cone ... $1.25

Two Scoops Cone ... $1.75

One Scoop Cup ... $1.15

Two Scoops Cup ... $1.55

Ocean of Flavors

Chocolate

Mango Sorbet

Cookies & Cream

Coffee

Chocolate Chip

Peppermint Stick

Mint Choc. Chip

Rainbow Sherbet

French Vanilla

Lemon

Hazelnut

Strawberry

Rocky Road

Salted Caramel

Pistachio

Butter Pecan

Cherries Jubilee

Chocolate-Vanilla Swirl

Black Walnut

Toffee Fudge

Coconut

Toppings * Extra Topping + $0.50

Whipped Cream

Candies

Chocolate Chips

Chocolate Syrup

Peanuts

Almonds

Color Chips

Sprinkles

Handmade Shakes - $2.75

Ice Cream Floats

Chocolate ... $1.50

Strawberry ... $1.50

Snow White ... $1.50

Coke ... $1.65

Root Beer ... $1.75

Boston Cooler ... $1.85

Special Banana Boat - $2.90

Bakery Cruise

Choose Your Favorite Ice Cream Scoops (Two Scoops)

Angel Food Cake ... $2.00

Cheesecake ... $2.30

Chocolate Brownie ... $2.50

Apple Pie ... $2.50

Choco-Peanut Butter Brownie ... $2.50

Red Velvet Cake ... 2.50

Ice Cream Sundae

Classic

Single ... $2.50

Double ... $3.00

Triple ... $3.50

Premium - $3.95

Banana Royale

Layered

Hot Brownie

Banana Split

Drinks

Coke ... $1.25

Iced Coffee ... $1.75

Iced Tea ... $1.15

Hot Chocolate ... $1.55

Milk ... $1.75

Juice ... $1.15

Lemonade ... $1.55

[njessie]

A little Joke character study, mostly about how he starts stealing.

T for canon-typical mentions of child abuse. No spoilers for the special ep.

The first time he tries it, Joke is seven years old. He’s been banned from desserts and sweets for a month for failing an English test, and with the ban on TV for failing a math test the week before, life has been boring and even more miserable than usual. He sits quietly at dinner, trying not to fidget or draw attention to himself as he watches Top get dessert with dinner, night after night. His parents praise Top wholeheartedly, and Joke wonders if they play it up even more in front of him on purpose. He doesn't resent his brother, but it hurts, when all he gets are cold looks. Joke starts taking the long way home from school, trying to avoid any confrontation, even when he's sure he's done nothing wrong.

It's a hot day, hotter than usual, and he decides to stop in a small convenience store on his way home to get a break from the heat. The air conditioning hits his skin in a blast of cool air, his shoulders sagging in relief. Joke walks from aisle to aisle, poking at random things, trying to read the descriptions at the back of shampoo bottles. When he can't and it frustrates him, he makes his way to the next aisle, stopping in front of the rows and rows of chocolates and gummy candy, dried mango with plum seasoning and packets of peanuts. He barely thinks about it, just slips a small chocolate bar into his pocket and then mechanically walks out, sweat beading along his forehead despite the cool of the AC. He's sure he'll get caught, but he walks out and turns the corner, and when no one follows, he runs and sits on a raised ledge at the side of the road.

The thrill of getting away from it makes his hands shake, an electric feeling down his back from knowing he didn’t get caught. The first bite of chocolate is a burst of sweetness on his tongue, after so many weeks of bland food. He savours it, happily kicking his legs as the chocolate melts on his fingers. He’s rarely experienced this feeling of success, of doing something well and reaping the benefit.

From there, it becomes something of a habit, sliding a chocolate or some other candy into his pocket anytime he’s been banned from sweets. The thrill of it quiets the part of his mind that can’t stop repeating his father’s words back at him. In those moments, he isn’t useless. He does do something right. And it’s worth the potential consequence knowing he can prove that to himself.

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The first time he gets caught, Joke is ten. He tries stealing a carton of milk for a cat he’d found in the parking lot, but the security guard catches him and management calls his parents. He knows it's going to be bad on the drive home, his father's white knuckled grip on the steering wheel a clear indication of his mood. As soon as they get home, his father turns and slaps him once, so hard Joke's ears start to ring. His father doesn’t say anything other than a seething get out of my sight, but Joke feels like it might’ve been better if he’d just gotten slapped twice, or been banned from dinner that night, or TV, or sweets. Joke had tried telling his father about the cat, that he was trying to do something good, but the man didn’t care.

From there, he gets smarter about it, plans out his thefts more carefully. He gets caught every now and then, but for smaller, pettier things. Each time the punishment is the same as the first time. But by now, he's used to his father's ire, used to the disappointed looks and harsh words. He still steals the occasional chocolate bar for himself, but as he gets older his focus shifts. He gets better and better, able to slip in and out of places unnoticed.

By 15, he's careful enough that he stops getting caught. He starts to plan things meticulously, often canvassing and researching a target for weeks before he makes a move. He starts experimenting with disguises, adopting personas that let him leave behind the scared, lonely child he is and become something different, something new and powerful. By 18, he's stopped stealing chocolate bars and little trinkets, noticing instead small injustices. He tries to correct them the only way he knows, by stealing from bad people and giving back where he can.

He rarely takes cuts for himself, if money is involved. He'll set aside only as much as it’ll take to buy supplies— especially for disguises— and small amounts here and there as an emergency fund if things get too bad at home and he needs to run. He lifts wallets from strangers who are rude to wait staff and drops the cash into charity boxes or leaves extravagant tips. He finds shops that are fronts, that take advantage of people's desperation and exposes them. He only steals from people he deems bad, taking from horrible people to try to help those who need it.

At home, things stay much the same. His grades never improve and neither does his relationship with his father. He tries and tries and tries but nothing ever works. He finds himself faking his acceptance letter, knowing they'll eventually find out he failed again. He just wants, for one desperate moment, to feel his parents' approval. By evening, the shame of it eats at him, and he finds himself at a small bar, tucked into a nondescript building. It's somewhere his family would never find him. He figures it's only a matter of time before they realize he lied again, so he might as well lose himself in alcohol to dull the feeling.

Then, he meets Jack.

Then, nothing else matters.

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Joke hasn’t stolen in years. After the wedding, him and Jack mellowed out, choosing to help where they can but no longer sacrificing themselves whole for everyone around them. They focus on the school instead, on keeping it afloat and the kids that rely on it. Joke has other things to keep him grounded now. Jack, most of all, but also Ama and Toi Ting, his responsibilities at the school, his art, and his part-time job. It’s not quite the same, but these things in his life fulfill the same satisfaction and feeling of accomplishment that stealing gave him. He’s good at something else now. Still, he sometimes catches himself almost slipping up, makes a conscious effort to pull himself out of the thrill he knows it’ll bring.

He’s out with Jack, getting grocery for the week. Money’s tighter than usual, as they need to replace supplies for a new batch of kids at the school. But he’s been craving something sweet, and for a moment, his hand twitches near a chocolate bar. It would be so, so easy to slip it into his pocket. Easy enough that Jack might not even notice. He catches himself before the impulse takes hold though, shame flooding his body at the thought. If he got caught, it wouldn’t just affect him. Jack and the school’s reputation might be called into question and he’s not willing to risk that, to risk Jack’s trust in him for something as stupid as a chocolate craving.

Jack notices he’s not by his side and calls to him, the noise startling Joke from where he’s frozen in front of the candies and chocolates. It shakes him out of the shame spiral he’s stuck in and he jogs to Jack, grabs the basket from him and continues on.

Later that night, they’re getting ready for bed, Joke already in his shorts and t-shirt, lounging on the pillows. The remnants of the earlier feeling of shame cling to him, and he scrolls on his phone listlessly, not really paying attention to it. Jack comes and sits next to him, drops a chocolate bar onto his lap.

“What’s this?” Joke asks.

“Chocolate, obviously,” Jack pokes his cheek and smiles at him.

“I know you’ve been craving it. Money’s tight but we can get a chocolate bar Joke, it’s fine.”

Joke looks down at chocolate bar and then back up at Jack, suddenly close to tears. It’s not something he would’ve gotten as a kid, ever. Or even for himself as an adult. But Jack seems to be attuned to him in a way no one has ever been. He picks up the chocolate bar and then climbs onto Jack’s lap, hugging him close for a minute. He opens the packet and breaks off a piece, feeds it to Jack before breaking off a bit for himself. The taste floods his mouth, all the more sweeter for having shared it with Jack.

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