#since it’s not sealed off like my boba tea orders

[miss-floral-thief]

i should’ve brought my backpack

[dozing-marshmallow]

BOBA DATE WITH CHRIS MCLEAN HEADCANONS

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

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

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

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

Even though, it’ll never get to that.

He liked many flavours, but was somehow very picky.

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

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

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

Uh...

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

“Not helpful.”

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

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

“Only?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

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

“And how much for sugar?”

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

You expected that reaction,“Different, right?”

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

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

His cognition paused,“...Whatty?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Why’s that?”

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

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

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

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

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

He stabs it in perfectly.

“Alright!”

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

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

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

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

“Brown sugar?” The name put him off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[potatoes-tomatoes]

Those questions are all so good, I can't pick!

1-30 pls? The ones you feel like doing 🫶

I have special interest in your thoughts on veganism tho

chipotle order?

carnitas bowl with pinto beans lettuce tomatoes crema guac and cheese

2. thoughts on veganism?

ain’t for me. I wasn’t born and raised to say no to meat as a hispanic texan. I feel it’s too self righteous a lifestyle, and somethin that’s very…hm… class restricted I’ll say. You gotta be able to afford sayin no to animal products. I understand in practice it’s so that one doesn’t partake in the loss of life or harm to an animal… but it’s like, why restrict that guilt to animals? Why restrict it to signals only we easily perceive? Trees and plants communicate to each other too, they also send their own signals of distress when in danger. They’re their own form of sentient. Whatever we eat, we are taking some or all the life of. (I guess except for eggs? bc that's just chicken period) That’s just something we must accept.

Also sometimes the marketing for it I find is funny. “vegan leather” you mean synthetic shit?? "yeah I'm sippin outta my vegan cup oh what brand is it you ask heh, Solo." like c'mon man. get outta here.

3. a specific color that gives you the ick?

I believe all colors have the potential to be beautiful within the right palette

4. mythical creature you think/believe is real?

answered!

5. Favorite form of potato?

Frenchly Fried

6. do you use a watch?

nah just my phone

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

the seals

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

ya my pjs (old shirt and sweats)

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

wash my face with face cleanser, put on moisturizer. every other day or so I put on an innisfree mask.

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

I ask for a coffee with two creams and no sugar.

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

Oh many things, i got a bin full of em. sketchbooks, elementary yearbooks, diaries. My prized posession is my first stuffed bear, Clover. She’s stuck with me since I was 6 years old!

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

;–; none of them they all did me dirty. and I get too overwhelmed to look into what brands are the cheapest and best for my skin/hair.

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

stealing money to pay off my goddamn loans. That or I'd like to know who directly could cancel my loans (like is there a. like a "cancel loan" button on a computer or what. who's in charge of that button. I'm so smart guys I know exactly how the banking system works) so I could spook them into getting it done for me. I wouldn't hurt anyone, but I'd look the part to get them to do what I want.

14. do you think you’re dehydrated?

nah i drink plenty water.

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

oof that’s tough. They all seem equal to me.

16. thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

LOVE LOVE LOVE!!

17. an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

I often check to see if my back is straight or if I’m not pursing my lips

18. your boba/tea order

matcha or taro, blended.

19. the veggie you dislike the most?

lima beans eughhh

20. favorite disney princess movie?

Tangled

21. a number that weirds you out?

my ex's (badum tsh)

22. do you have an emotional support water bottle?

I am in possession of only one water bottle

23. do you wear jewelry?

no. I own some though for some reason.

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

American, but I prefer using the british grey instead of american gray.

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

My taste in music is the only thing abt myself I’m confident in hgjkfd yes I would say so.

26. how’s your spice tolerance?

Take a look at my hispanic card you’ll see “güerita“ in bright bold lettering. 

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

jeans and a t-shirt with my chanclas 

28. last meal on earth?

Fettuccine Alfredo

29. preferred pasta noodle?

Bowties, they funky

30. ask me anything !

well gosh how am I supposed to answer this one y’aint sent me nothin on it pinsky XD 

[padawansubscription]

Spilled Milk (Tea).

Pairing: lyutsifer safin x gn!reader

Summary: safin tries boba for the first time

Word Count: 775

A/N: this one’s dedicated to the milk tea bro. i hope he’s okay :,) also, turns out i can’t balance work, class, and tumblr altogether so i had to sacrifice my bby for the time being. thank you all for your patience!

going to try and squeeze in more drabble for this guy. they’ll be out of order, but i’ll list them chronologically on the masterlist :) and, there’s a part two.

also. no beta reading. you’ve been warned.

“Sir.”

“Doctor.”

This was your new normal; late night at the office, followed by a visit to the kitchen, where Safin (without fail) greeted you with tea. Tonight was no different. And by the scent of it, floral.

“Sir,” you repeated, clearing your throat.

Safin perked. You never initiated the conversation first. A ghost of a smile traced his lips as he turned around, his scars highlighted by the flicker of flames on the stove. His cool eyes locked onto yours before dipping to the sealed cup in your hand...

“Dr. Fukunaga brought some from London. It’s boba.” You lifted the cup, “I got brown sugar milk tea. I thought, since I’m always drinking your tea, I can share mine tonight?”

Silence.

“He said Primo got them,” you swallowed, “so his confidential meeting should still be...confidential."

“I’m aware of his souvenir,” Safin smiled. “I’m just surprised you haven’t finished it already. You love boba.”

You blinked, surprised that he even remembered. You mentioned boba once or twice in passing, during your nightly conversations. It was never the main topic, just off-hand comments about how you missed it. You didn’t expect him to remember much, truthfully. Those random facts acted more as a filler for the silence that often befell you.

Your first tea time with Safin was awkward, and deadly silent. You weren’t sure how he felt about you, given he had just witnessed your anxious outburst. But slowly, your silences turned into polite check-ins. You talked about your experiments and updated him on your progress. Then his questions turned more personal. “Tell me, doctor. Do you have any siblings?” “What have you worked on with Dr. Fukunaga?” “What was life like in New York?” You knew he knew the answers. Still, you indulged him.

And you did love boba. It’s been two years plus more, since you’ve had this sweet elixir. You practically squealed when Dr. Fukunaga unveiled the gift, nearly stabbed your straw inside when you remembered: “I don’t think I’ve ever tried...boba.”

“I have to warn you,” you stepped closer, “it’s quite sweet.”

“I can appreciate sweetness,” he scoffed, sounding genuinely offended.

“You said Friday’s tea was sweet.”

“It was.”

“Well, this is a hundred times that.”

Safin cringed. “And you enjoy this?”

“I love it.” You smiled. “I used to drink this every other day after work.” You turned the cup upside down, upside down, shaking it until it turned light brown. “Granted, it’d be my only meal of the day.” You popped in the straw before offering it to Safin.

He stared.

“I-uh, I didn’t poison it if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Safin snapped his eyes to you. “You’ve grown bold, doctor. It seems just yesterday when you could barely breathe in my direction.” He smiled, taking the cup from your hand. “Didn’t know you could be so...cheeky.” He tilted the cup, watching as the boba balls float around. You watched with bated breath as he took his first sip, then his second. “It is sweet,” he frowned.

“Is it too sweet?”

He took another sip when—

Safin choked, the milk tea erupting from his mouth. He coughed and coughed, but to no avail. His body shook with an intensity you haven’t seen before.

“Sir!”

You rushed to his side. Fuck, you’ve never done a Heimlich maneuver before. It can’t be that hard right? Fuck, but what if you break his ribs—

Safin gasped.

Right. No time to think. you quickly wrapped your arms around his abdomen and lifted him once, twice and—

Safin coughed out a boba ball.

“Holy shit! Sir, are you okay? I’m so sorry. I thought- I thought you knew about the boba balls. Are you okay?”

Safin composed himself against the counter, clearing his throat of any remaining discomfort he had. You’ve never seen him so disheveled before, but you suppose a close encounter with death warranted such. Death by boba. What a way to go.

“Sir?”

He waved off your concern, brushing a hand through his hair. “Your tea,” he whispered hoarsely.

You quickly grabbed his kintsugi cup and filled it with water. “Here.”

Safin calmly sipped from his mug, but his eyes remained on the ground. You followed his gaze.  Milk tea and tapioca pearls were scattered everywhere. You didn’t notice him drop the cup.

“I’ll clean it up.”

“No.” He lifted his hand, taking another sip of water. “It seems I ruined your night.”

“Oh,” you muttered. Your boba was gone, right. The realization slowly sinks in you. You can’t help but let out a disappointed chuckle.

“It’s just boba, sir.” You dismissed your disappointment. “No use crying over spilled tea.”

[chamomileteainabuttercup]

beboots

How about Jangobi, with 4, 16, 36, 37?

Thanks for playing!  This one is a little bit of a challenge because, as I noted before, this is a ship I don’t really think about unless a particular gifset reappears on my dash and then I think about it for like fifteen minutes.  Getting it to work requires changing the plot quite a lot, of course, and I prefer to get the changes going from the very start of their interaction. 

4.  First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?

Temuera Morrison has noted that at the beginning of the scene, his “hospitable Māori” impulse was to offer Obi-Wan a cup of tea, but since he wasn’t sure they have cups of tea in space he decided to just stick to the script.  

So in my version, he does offer him a cup of tea and Obi-Wan accepts and so they sit down with their tea and it’s all rather disarming.  Obi-Wan is still highly suspicious of Jango (which is only sensible) and Jango is still playing everything very close to the chest, but the mood is slightly softened by the sharing of tea - and if they’re feeling lavish, biscuits too.  Obi-Wan’s head is full of questions, like “What sort of man is this?  Ruthless bastard, or perhaps not totally ruthless, given the little boy?  Was he involved in an assassination attempt on a rather good friend of mine?  What can I find out about all this cloning business from him without letting him know how little I knew in the first place?” while Jango has two main questions, “How much does he know?” and “Am I going to have to do something about him?”  And he’d rather not have to do something about him, because he likes the look of him and this kind of cagey verbal game-playing is his idea of a bit of light fun.  Then again, he is a Jedi and they generally spell trouble - but there’s no reason not to enjoy being around him while the opportunity lasts. 

Oh, and while this conversation is going on, Boba is sitting on the floor nearby playing with his space Lego and every time Obi-Wan glances that way he’s looking daggers of suspicion at him.  Obi-Wan actually finds it rather amusing to be glared at like that by a cute little kid (he’s like an angry kitten) so he just smiles back and twinkles his eyes at him (Boba looks disgusted), and asks Jango how old his son is, and they agree that eleven’s a very nice age, before all the teen angst begins. 

Jango says calmly, “I’m not expecting to have much trouble with Boba,” and Obi-Wan replies, “Ha!  I wasn’t expecting to have this much trouble with Anakin,” so that gets them onto the difficulties and rewards of bringing up a bright and adventurous boy, whether as his dad or as a sort of older brother figure, and sharing stories about things Boba and Anakin have said and done, and before Obi-Wan knows it they’ve been chatting for an hour and he’s got completely side-tracked from finding out about clone skulduggery and has slipped into flirting with Jango fairly shamelessly.  Which doesn’t necessarily mean anything, Obi-Wan will flirt with more or less anything that can talk back, but he’s realising that there’s an awful lot of charisma about Jango and he’s beginning to feel fascinated. 

So no love at first sight, but in later years (because they do have later years together, Jango doesn’t lose his head) Obi-Wan likes to say, “You had me at ‘cuppa tea?’”

(but he really sealed the deal when he offered him a Tim Tam)

16.  Do they keep secrets? Lie? Cheat?

To start out, Jango is keeping all sorts of secrets and lies freely whenever he considers it necessary, or just convenient.  It’s only gradually, as he grows to like Obi-Wan personally more and more, that he begins to want to be honest with him.  For a while they have one of those “frenemies who encounter one another occasionally and engage in flirtatious banter and/or homoerotic combat” type relationships, but over the course of the Clone Wars as they meet again and again they get into situations where they need to trust and help each other, and Jango has cut ties with the Separatists because he prefers to be a free agent, and Obi-Wan begins to hope that if he had a strong enough personal reason, Jango might want to lay off the shady business and... and there he runs up against the fact that he shouldn’t be thinking in these terms, he can’t have that sort of relationship with Jango any more than he could with Satine, he just really really wants to.  And at least Jango doesn’t have a philosophical or ethical problem with violence. 

Obi-Wan isn’t actually celibate, he squares it with himself that his flirtations and anonymous hook-ups aren’t deep attachments or possessive relationships and therefore they are within the letter if not entirely the spirit of the rules, and the first few times it happens with Jango that justification works, but it starts to wear thin when he realises how much he misses him after he leaves.  When Jango, thinking he’ll surprise Obi-Wan when he unexpectedly sees him in a bar, walks in on one such hook-up, he’s angry and upset and Obi-Wan is rather shocked and thrilled to realise Jango considers this cheating, that he cares  enough to have hurt feelings about it.  He’d been thinking of himself as emotionally compromised without quite realising Jango couldn’t just take or leave him.  That’s really the “Oh” moment for Obi-Wan. 

So after a while they’re not keeping secrets from each other, but Obi-Wan is working very hard to keep the relationship a secret from the other Jedi, including his closest friends, and telling a lot of lies in the process (there is at least one comedy episode wherein Obi-Wan is trying to sneak away to see Jango and Anakin is trying to sneak away to see Padmé and each keeps getting in the other’s way without ever realising there is sneakiness on the other side). 

Not to mention keeping it a secret from all the clones.  Boy, is that a weird situation. 

36.  What’s their greatest strength as a couple? Their weakness?

They have excellent chemistry and both love sparking off each other, verbally and/or more physically.  They always find each other exciting and interesting.  Not so much a weakness as an obstacle is the fact that Boba still really doesn’t like Obi-Wan and doesn’t need a stepdad and thinks he has stupid hair (that part really stings).  He’s always been the apple of his father’s eye and never had to share his attention with anyone else he really cared about, so his dad actually falling in love with someone makes him feel insecure and jealous and grumpy.  Obi-Wan’s attempts to win him over are complicated by the fact that he can’t actually explain to anyone else why he’s trying so hard to be nice to snotty teen bounty hunting prodigy Boba Fett.  Boba really enjoys holding this over his head - but will never actually drop the blade because, as little as he likes his dad’s boyfriend, he is just grown-up enough to realise it would really hurt his dad if he spoiled things for them, and he doesn’t want to go that far.

37.  How much would they be willing to sacrifice for the other? Any lines they refuse to cross?

That’s the big problem, isn’t it?  Crossing lines.  Obi-Wan has a very strong moral, religious and cultural code, and he can’t sacrifice that without undoing his whole sense of identity.  He can be dangerously complacent about the rightness of the Jedi Order and the Republic it defends and persists in believing that if Jango only understood more about the Jedi he would accept that rightness.  From his perspective it often appears as if Jango doesn’t have a moral code at all. 

From Jango’s point of view, yes he does, but it’s very pragmatic and based more on principles of loyalty and personal integrity than on adherence to any laws or rules.  If he’s true to himself and to the small circle of people he cares about, that’s all that matters.  He cannot and will not compromise on his duty to Boba as a father, and that comes before even all those complicated issues of Mandalorian politics - but those issues will inevitably cause problems for them too, particularly given that even if he’s been able to get over his romantic feelings for Satine as his feelings for Jango grew, she’s still one of Obi-Wan’s oldest and dearest friends and he doesn’t want her to be overthrown.  And of course Jango is far from the only person who might want to overthrow her. 

Somehow all this is going to eventually involve a lightsaber/Darksaber duel between Maul and Jango in the Mandalorian throne room.  Holy shit that would be cool.  Fuck yeah!

uhhhh I don’t know whether or how any of this gets resolved but there’ll be ANGST and STURM UND DRANG and other German words for heavy shit.

[fandom-blackhole]

Sinful Sunday

AN: Oh boy....guys, I just want to say that this month has left me very frustrated, and I apologize for the first THOT, but at the same time, I am not sorry because at least to me it is VERY hot. Anyway, I hope this week treats you all well, and I hope this week goes smoothly for me, but if you all hear screaming and dull thuds, it's just me bashing my head in trying not to kill someone :). Love you all, and!!!! We hit 666 followers last night so this week we will be doing supernatural asks starting today until Friday!!! Thank you all!!

Pairings: Modern!Boba Fett x Reader, Commander Fox x Reader

Sinful Sunday Masterlist

Boba Fett x Reader

This is ENTIRELY self-indulgent, and completely revolves around how my work is gonna go, and how I wish a certain bounty hunter would come and give me some stress relief…

This job was going to be the death of you. Wait no, a select few high school students and your asshole supervisor were going to be the death of you. When you signed up to supervise this summer program you had not expected it to go so far south. Hell, you'd been in the program when you were in high school and it was never this bad, so why was it your luck that it was when you were on the adult side of things that everything just went by the wayside. 

When you were in the program all of the adults got along, the head never accused the others of being rude, targeting the students, or being power-hungry like yours was now. When you were in the program, sure there was drama, I mean its high school students what did you expect, but never this bad, and never in multiple different groups, it was usually one, but now it seemed like all but five of the students were at each other's throats for one thing or another. And honestly, if it were up to you at this point, you'd be getting paid more for doing your supervisor's job for him, and you wouldn't be going on the end of the month trip, but you had to go on the trip to get paid and there was no way you were going to be getting more money at this point.

It was fine though, you only had to work with that asshole prick and with the students for 5 more days… 24/5…. before you were home free….to start prepping for university. You know what, this adult ingredient thing is not your cup of tea and you wanted out, fuck.

The first day of the trip went relatively ok, you only had to yell at the boys a couple of hundred times, and pop several headache pills while your supervisor continued to avoid his job, but you know, it could be worse. When you got to the hotel, you were all but dead on your feet, and the thought of having to be up at an ungodly hour the next morning had you groaning, but collecting your room key from your head boss with a smile anyway.

What you hadn't expected was one of the girls' meltdown, nor when you were tiredly trying to calm her and keep your temper at bay for her to shove you hard, and while on already unsteady feet to stumble backward and trip over a foot and start to fall. You gasped and reached out to catch yourself, as well as the foot's owner grabbing you, resulting in a very awkward position of you grabbing the man's suit jacket, while he held you in what looked to be a very low dip, almost like the two of you had been dancing.

You immediately felt heat rise in your face as your eyes widened in shock and you started apologizing all over yourself as you righted yourself and bent over to grab your bag. The stranger just laughed and steadied you, before pushing your chin to look at him saying, "It’s fine, little one, no harm done. Don't worry about it, you seem to have your hands full already."

As he finished speaking, he motioned his head over to where two of the three of your head bosses were talking to the girl that shoved you, and the third was walking over to check on you. They said your name and asked frantically, "Are you alright? We are taking care of the situation, feel free to sit down if you need to."

"I'm fine, I promise. Mr….."

"Fett, Boba Fett," the stranger supplied and reached over to shake your boss' hand, and much to your shame you couldn't help but gulp at how Mr. Fett's hand dwarfed your bosses. Clearing your throat you smiled at your boss as they nodded and left, and continued, "Mr. Fett so graciously, saved me from the fall I would have had onto these stone floors," then turning to Mr. Fett, you smiled at him, your breath catching in your throat as your eyes made contact with his swirling eyes that reminded you of the enticing smoky quartz you had at home, "Thank you very much, Mr. Fett, I am more thankful for your quick reflexes than I can express."

"Please, Mr. Fett was my father, Boba is quite alright, and you don't need to thank me, I would have felt guilty if I had not been able to catch you in time."

“Well still, Mr,” as you started Mr. Fett narrowed his eyes at you with a glint in his eyes, that made you smile and look down, “Boba, thank you.”

With that, you looked up and met his eyes one last time, before nodding and walking away, flushing from head to toe as you walked into the elevator and turned to find him still watching you with a smile. Once the doors finally shut you let out a shuddering breath and wrapped your arms around yourself as you waited for your floor. You weren’t sure if it was the stress you had been under this past month, or if it was a good-looking man saving you from getting injured, but you couldn’t get Boba Fett’s face or voice out of your mind. You should really blame being so touch starved for the way you replayed the way he had looked at you, his eyes aglow with something that was more than just friendly, from the way your mind rolled over the way his lips had spoken each rumbling word, and as you walked into your room and collapsed back onto the bed your groaned knowing that tonight it was going to be hard not to touch yourself to the thought of the man who had been nothing but kind to you.

It wasn’t until later, as you were saying good night to your colleagues and your bosses after taping the students’ doors for the night that you saw him again. You had been headed to your room, listening to each of the rooms as you passed making sure none of the kids were being loud or making too much noise. You were so caught up in listening, that you again ran into Boba, and as you apologized and looked up you felt the flush from earlier returning to your face. 

“Mr. Fett I am so sorry! I should have been paying attention to where I was walking!”

“Little one, what did I tell you, you only have to call me Boba,” he waited until you nodded, before tilting your chin up with his finger again and continued, “Good, now tell me. Are you done working for the night?”

His gaze was engulfing and made your mouth go dry, stealing all the words from your mouth so you only nodded, and melted when Boba’s lips turned up into a smile. Then, surprising you, even more, he leaned down and sealed your lips together in a consuming kiss that stole your breath and pulled a whimper out of you. When Boba pulled back from the kiss, he didn’t move far, staying close enough, that his lips brushed yours as he spoke.

“Little one, I have to say that I have been thinking about you since I saw you, even before you literally fell for me,” he chuckled as he pressed another kiss to your lips, before saying, “and I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t ask. Little one, I would love to treat you right tonight, if you would let me?”

The second the words left his lips, your eyes shot open, not having realized they had fallen closed in the soft moment. Only when they were open, you found Boba’s eye burning with desire and a promise that had you shuddering out a yes, before your brain could even process what was happening. You, in a daze, lead him to your room and keyed in, as he crowded you against the door, as Boba’s lips graced along your neck and he ground his hardening cock against your ass.

 The second the door opened, Boba had you pushed against the floor-length mirror hung on the wall not far from the door. It didn’t take long at all for him to have you a panting mess as he alternated between nipping at your jaw, whispering about how good you looked in his arms earlier, and kissing you senseless. You moaned his name softly as one of his hands pushed underneath your shirt and squeezed your nipple through the thin fabric of your sports bra, before pulling the shirt off altogether and shedding his suit jacket and sharp green tie. 

The two of you were all hands, groping at each other and tearing fabric away as quickly as possible while sharing moans and groans through kisses. Boba had consumed your thoughts, to the point where you couldn’t even worry about your volume and the fact that your coworker may hear you through the wall. No, the only thing you were worried about, was the fact that you were so worked up that your hands couldn’t even undo Boba’s belt as you continued to fumble with it as Boba had you already stripped to your panties and was leaving red marks all along your shoulders. 

Finally, when you gave of a pitiful needy whine, Boba pulled back, and with almost completely black eyes from lust ordered you to turn around. The second you did as you were told, you flushed at the sight that greeted you. In the mirror, you saw the way your lips were red and shiny from all the kisses you had shared and from how Boba had nipped at your bottom lip. You saw how hungry your eyes looked and how wet you felt looking at the tiny bruises Boba had put on your shoulders where only you would see. Then, you looked over your shoulder and found Boba watching you in your needy state, making direct eye contact with you as you heard him fisting his cock and rubbing it while just watching you in the mirror. 

“Bend over, princess. Let me see that pretty pussy of yours.”

Moaning you did as you were told, even wiggling your ass a little in an attempt to get him to move quicker, which only resulted in Boba grabbing a handful of your ass before growling out quietly, “Patience, princess, be patient.”

Then he was pulling your panties to the side with a drawn-out groan as he took the middle finger of his other hand, and swiped it through your wet folds, and shoved it into your hungry walls. He growled out a few obscenities as he started to earnestly fuck his finger up into you, watching as your mouth dropped open into an O and you gave out tiny moans and pushed back onto his finger. Then he was pressing a second finger inside of you and you felt your eyes roll upwards as you moaned out, “Yes yes yes yes, please, don’t stop, of fuck, yesssssss.”

Boba grinned in the mirror and kept fucking up into you, making sure to scissor out his fingers to open your tight walls up to fit his cock. He watched as you climbed higher and higher, gushing around his fingers and sucking them back in with each thrust. He loved watching your face in the mirror, watching each twitch and facial expression of pleasure he was bringing you. And he more than enjoyed knowing, from the look on your face alone just how close you were to peeking. It was when you tightened impossibly around his fingers that he knew you were right on the precipice of cumming, and he quickly yanked his fingers out, nearly cumming himself from the downright needy and torn moan you gave him when he robbed you of your orgasm. 

“Don’t worry, little one, you’ll get to cum, but only when this pussy is wrapped around my cock.”

Then you heard him tear open a wrapper, looking up to see the condom wrapper in between his teeth as he rolled it over his cock, before spitting the wrapper away and making eye contact with you as he rubbed himself along your entrance, “Are you ready, princess? I’ll warn you, I am much bigger than my fingers.”

You just whimpered and nodded, only being able to think about how much you needed him inside you, how much you wanted him to stretch your walls. Boba smirked and wrapped one hand along your waist while he guided his cock inside of you, sinking in about halfway, before pulling out and thrusting back in. And he was right, he was MUCH larger than his fingers, you swore he was spreading you to your limit, but it still felt so good. By the time he was fully seated inside of you, and you could feel his open zipper and open belt along your ass and thighs, you just needed him to move, desperate for the friction and pleasure that his cock could bring you, so you ground back into him. Boba responded by pulling out until his cock head was the only thing still inside of you, before slamming back in and setting a brutal pace. 

Your hands splayed out on the mirror, needing them there to help you keep your balance as Boba’s powerful thrusts slammed into you, pushing you so that your head almost hit the mirror and your breath fogged up the mirror with every moan of his name. It was all almost too much, and your eyes slipped closed trying to focus on the rocking thrusts that were inching you closer and closer to that familiar edge but Boba was having none of that. He grabbed the back of your neck, never halting his pace, and pull you up against his stomach saying, “Open those eyes, little one. I want you to watch yourself as I wreck this perfect body of yours. I want you to see what you look like when I give you an orgasm no one else can, while I give you pleasure nobody else ever will.”

Moaning you cracked your eyes open and made eye contact with Boba, watching as he sunk his teeth into your shoulder and groped at your chest, pulling one of your breasts free as he impaled you on his cock over and over. In this new position, Boba was angled just right to brush against that devastating spot inside of you the one that had you throwing your head back and clawing at Boba’s thighs as you balanced on the edge of cumming. Only falling over that edge, when Boba’s free hand moved down and he circled your clit with two fingers a few times and growled, “Cum for me princess.”

And you did. You came hard, and with a breathless scream of Boba’s name. You clenched down tightly around him, your walls pulsating as he continued thrusting deep inside of you and playing with your clit dragging out your high before you felt Boba’s cock twitch a few times and he gave a few shallow thrusts with a curse.

You both stilled after that, Boba resting his head on the back of your neck and your head resting against your chest as you tried to catch your breath with his slowly softening cock still buried inside of you. When you both finally came back to yourselves, Boba pulled out completely and whispered, “Come on, little one, let’s take a shower and then get you to bed.”

“Mmmm, you’ll stay? Just until I fall asleep?”

“Anything for you princess, anything for you.”

Commander Fox x Reader

I haven't written Fox in a while, so I figured I'd indulge myself with a soft little drabble for him…

Fox was tired, no past tired, he was exhausted. He was past being able to function on caf alone, and to the point that he had actually listened when Thorn had sent him away telling him to rest and eat something. But as much as he had listened to his brother, he had also ignored him, and instead of going to rest or find something nutritional, he had instead made the trek across the city to you. He knew it was late, and you had no doubt been in bed asleep for several hours, but with being away from you for days on end after the newest attack on the senate, he knew that he would not be sleeping unless it was curled against your side.

It was easy to slip past the security of your building, especially since he'd down it on multiple occasions and once while drunk. He reminded himself once again, to send in an anonymous request for better security around the building, ask he climbed into the elevator and made his way to your floor. He wasn't sure if he had fallen asleep on the ride, but he seemed to arrive sooner than usual, and he stumbled out walking right to your door and putting in your code with a smile, having known the four digit code longer than it had been your apartment code, having had the number been assigned to him as a child before you took it and made it your own. 

He only paused at the door for a second to listen and make sure you were asleep, and his sneaking in had not woke you. After confirming you were still asleep, he careful pulled the armor from his body, it having been a weighted burden for days now, and setting it aside on the floor of your living room, before walking towards the bedroom. He knew for a fact, if he wanted, he could walk this apartment in his sleep, not entirely sure that isn't what he was doing right now.

Only, he paused again as he reached the bedroom, taking in your sleeping face that was lit by the soft glow of the bright lights shining through your bedroom curtains. Fox knew he could watch you like this for hours, you looked so soft it made his heart stutter. So carefree and free of the stress you held during the day. Your fave completely relaxed, nose occasionally scrunching up as you dreamed, and letting out soft mumbles that were indecipherable, but never failed to bring a smile to his face. 

Eventually Fox did crawl into bed behind you, and relaxed only when you pressed up against him, and in your sleep, sighed out his name. It was in that moment that he wished more than anything to just pause time and hold you like this until the end of the galaxy.

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[luvdsc]

hey!! it’s 🧋 anon!! i hope you’re doing well! thank you!! ive got 11 more exams this coming week so i’m a lil 🥲 and then 3 more maybe the week after? exactly! i was so paranoid in the exam like “am i suddenly smart or a grade a idiot?” but it’s comforting to know that others feel the same about tests in general 😅. i’m learning python! i know there are better languages but ehhhh it’s just high school sjdnndn. and thank you about my bias choice sjsjndn. oh no not the 10th floor 😭 i’ve heard horror stories 🤧 i just can’t get over how sweet, funny and gentle he seemed in the jolly interview 🥺. thank you!! for letting me claim 🧋! and i wish i could say the same about not knowing that it was released but i’ve legit been checking since pre-quarantine for a boba emoji bc emojipedia said it would be coming out 😭 i had to start claiming it soon bc i’m NOT letting someone take it from me 😠 (but also! look how cute these are: 🦤🦭🐻‍❄️🐈‍⬛ ). as for my regular boba order, i’m still a lil new to the boba world bc i first (finally) tried it like 2 weeks before quarantine 😭. so everytime i go to this boba place (which is hardly ever for obvious reasons) i try to get something different! bc it all seems so cool!! the place i go to has popping bubbles in different flavours! so i always try to get a different drink with different popping bubbles and regular boba. i think my favourite so far is any drink (maybe mango?) with apple popping bubbles and boba!! but i’ve also been making boba at home for agessss and i usually just make regular tea or green tea with it! 💗

awww 😭 thank you ma’am sksndjdj. i mean, you do give off very motherly energy so i’ll happily accept being a baby 🥺 awww you think my accent is cute? ms cat i’m blushing 😭🥺 oof yeah the exams are not fun™️. but like you said, it does kinda prepare us for them more but the stresssssss is 🥲😭 okay so i’ll answer these in order if that’s okay?

do you still have class going on in between these exams? i assume you mean specifically when we have exams? so unfortunately yeah😭 it depends on the teacher as to wether they’ll let us revise in lesson or if we have to do regular work

do the gcse’s determine your college field of study afterwards? kinda? i mean, colleges have a minimum enterance requrement for courses. although it varies course to course, it’s usually somewhere around the 4-5 (high c-low b) mark. but you can do any course you want at college as long as you have passes in most subjects (usually an emphasis on core subjects (english, maths and science)). (so like, if you didn’t do history in high school, but you wanted to do it in college, then you could do the course as long as you meet the courses’ gcse grade requirements).

is college different from uni? yeah! college is for 2 years and straight after high school. in england you legally have to be in education until you’re 18, so all education is free until then, meaning that college is free! (unless you want to go back to do something else later in life). uni is after college and is optional. that’s where you get things like a bachelor’s, masters and doctoral degree. usually it’s for 3 years although it can vary and you have to pay! we have a student loan system too!

don’t worry about the questions! i enjoy the differences too sjdbbdd. and oooo! here, high school is 11-16/year 7-11, then college is (usually) 16-18/year 12-13 (although we don’t tend to refer to them by years) and uni is (usually) 19-22! (although you tend to go back to that for higher qualifications).

ansnsekndj i’m sorry ms cat 😭 and for me college will start in september of next year! we finish year 11 really early compared to the other years (usually we finish in july (my birthday month!!) but in year 11 we finish the day our last exam happens! which is usually around the end of may to the start of june!) so the holiday is the longest we’ll ever have 😭. that’s one of the reasons i envy americans because the summer breaks are SO long 😭 here, they’re 6 weeks sksndn.

i hope i answered all of your questions ms cat! ily! 🐈‍⬛💗~🧋

hi, lovebug!!! 💓 i’m going to put my answers under the cut since they got pretty long 🤧

i’m doing good!! i got soo much sleep over the weekend and am well rested, so this means tomorrow’s 6 am meeting won’t be too bad 🤧 YOU HAVE ELEVEN EXAMS THIS WEEK???? what on earth 😭 that’s like 2 per day and one day has 3 aksjlhflajkdfaskdjf why don’t they spread them out??? and three more the following week 💀💀 this sounds absolutely brutal, i’m so sorry, lovebug. have you been studying for all of them? LOL yeah, i feel like something is wrong if i can just breeze through a test akjdlhsflask python is a good start and easy to understand! honestly, most codes are pretty similar tbh, so once you get a good grasp of one, it’s easy to learn the other ones :’) do you enjoy cs? 💕 aldskjfaslk yeah, jaehyun does seem like the perfect boyfriend, doesn’t he? 🤧💘 LOL i heard there would be a boba emoji, but i didn’t know if it was true or not, but woooo it’s good to know it’s finally here!! 🥳 and omg the dodo bird and seal emojis 🥺💗 those are all sooo cute!!! aslhfdlkjasd first time trying boba, i just gasped out loud 😦 i’m so happy to hear that you enjoyed it once you tried it though! 💜 omg the popping bubbles are really yummy! and i LOVE mango!!! 🤩 that’s one of my favorite fruits :’) same with apple!! omg you’re making boba at home asdjhfas i’m so jealous 🤧 i haven’t had any boba ever since quarantine started in march 😭 aaaah i loooove green tea and black tea ones :’) have you tried the cheese boba tea before? i thought it wasn’t going to be that good, but i was pleasantly surprised with the taste, like it wasn’t that bad actually. cloud tea is also really nice, too ☁️💞

akjashdlfkja you are the absolute cutest omg 🥺💖 the british accent is sooo nice like wow, you can just be reading me your grocery lists and i’m like 🤩 amazing, perfect, wonderful, never been done before. meanwhile, i’m here with some kind of american valley girl accent LOL 🤧 you shouldn’t be having that much stress at 15 what the heck 😭 i wish they would cut down on the number of exams for you because having 11 in one week is not okay at all ): and oh my goodness, thank you sooo much for giving me such thorough answers to all my questions, honey bee 🥺💛💛✨

ah, we also have classes going on during exams too, so i can relate unfortunately. it really sucks when the teachers continue to teach new material, instead of helping you prepare for the big exams /:

ooo i see!! i think it’s really cool that colleges actually show minimum requirements for acceptance. here, there’s no set criteria at all, so it’s kind of a shot in the dark. they do post the averages of past students’ grades/scores and whatnot, so we have a vague idea of what each school wants, but some schools are weird af, like my friend with a lower gpa and less extracurriculars got into stanford university, meanwhile my one friend who won essentially the youth’s version of the nobel prize and was even acknowledged by obama during his presidency was waitlisted 😬

oh wow, i wish it was like that here :o education is so expensive in the US, like student debt is the norm. do you still have general education classes in college, or is this where you can choose a specific field of study? and university is only 3 years oh my gosh wow, only three years of tuition to pay!! the US could never /: it’s like 70k/year for private universities, 5k-15k/year for public schools in state, and 15k-35k/year for public schools if you’re out of state 💀

the words “college” and “university” are pretty much interchangeable here in the US, so that’s really cool to know! years 6-8 / ages 11-13 (i think that’s the age range?) is considered middle school here, so it’s interesting to see that some of those years are considered high school for you :o

ooo ok, that’s when my school years ended too back in high school! i ended in may and started school again in august. but in uni, i started in september and ended mid june :’) ah yes, our summers are around 2-3 months, and i really miss having that now that i’m out of school 😭 only 6 weeks??? that’s so short omg i’m so sorry ): do you have anything fun planned for your summer? also, do you have prom there? 💕

thank you soooo so much, sweetpea, you answered all of my questions so nicely, and i appreciate you so much 💝💝 ily too, and i hope you have a good week ahead, angel!!! 💖🌷

[the-sheep]

Okay does anyone want to hear the f****** experience I've been through.

Too bad your hearing it anyway.

So occasionally I ride my bike around the neighborhood and it's literally one of my favorite activities like my bike is souped up specifically for riding around the neighborhood because I love doing it. Another thing I love is boba tea I love it so much and there is a place that I recently found that is within biking distance of my house it's technically also within walking distance but this is a terrible place to walk I will never walk to it again but it is the best boba tea I've ever had.

So I decide hey I should go for a bike ride to the Boba Place. This is a wonderful idea except halfway there I am almost pissing my pants. Never most people they would know before the bike ride I've been having some problems so I stopped off at the place sort of next to the Boba place because it doesn't have a bathroom it's a food cart and go to the bathroom there, kind of an awkward experience because I know the cashier personally so I grabbed a pack of Reese's and buy it for a dollar so that I don't have to make eye contact with Isaiah and not buy anything. So I ride my bike the rest of the way there, and the same person as the last time I went there is running it. And she's super pretty so all of my social skills shut off because PRETTY GIRL. She asked me what school I go to and I stuttered out 29 fragments of my schools name, and shes has never heard of it before so now I have to explain what my school is while walking the careful verbal tightrope between "pretentious" and "ashamed" despite not actually being either. While I'm there I order a drink for my sister too. Now note: i HATE milk tea, and my sister hates green tea AND boba. I'm riding away from the food cart zone with a mango green tea with star-shaped mango bobo and a milk tea. The milk tea falls over, which isn't too big of a deal since they have heat-sealed lids that havent been open yet. But I dont want the bouncing to break one, so i start adjusting the tea, and in the 3 seconds i have one hand on the handle i RUN INTO A CAR. THE MILK TEA EXPLODES OVER EVERYTHING I KNOW AND LOVE. THERE IS MILL TEA ON THE CAR AND THE ASPHALT AND MY BIKE. The basket I was carrying the things in is dented. My BIKE is dented. The wheel is currently crooked. I am fine, though.

So I roll my bike about 20 feet back to the boba stand. A mother and child are staring at me. Two teenagers are staring at me. I go back to the boba ordering window. She's still there. I ask for another milk tea because there is no. Fucking. Way. I can face my sister after this without some guaranteed positive affirmation. The cashier gives me a pity look. I get it and start going home.

Halfway home my shoelace wraps around my pedal and I almost crash AGAIN.

I walked the rest of the way home.

I'm sticky, sweaty, and my bike is crooked. I get inside the house and give the tea to my sister.

I take a sip of my own tea. A huge risk, considering it's a new flavor.

It's the Best. Fucking. Tea. I have ever had in my life.

The boba is star shaped.

I'm so tired.

[machihunnicutt]

Fic-vember Day 1

Hi y’all. I’m challenging myself to post fic every day this month and here is day 1. Look out for chapter 2 tomorrow if you’re interested. Also! The first person to send me a pairing and/or prompt will get it in a one shot on day 3. (So do that if you’re so inclined.)

Bubble Tea and Feelings (vld klance fic)

(or read on ao3.)

Chapter 1: Bubble Tea

"I thought you didn't like boys?" Lance asked, opening the cash register and counting the stack of ones. "Isn't the point of that game to date boys?"

Pidge glared at him from across the room. They were balancing on a stool with their bare knees tucked to their chest, phone in one hand (plugged in and tethering them to the wall), and plastic cup of plain boba in the other. They were eating them with a spoon, an odd practice Lance could never wrap his head around. "First of all, there's a girl you can romance. Second of all I don't like anyone. And third, Mystic Messenger is a game of mystery, intrigue, and dueling hackers so shut your mouth," they shot back at him, eating another spoonful of boba and swiping their hair out of their eyes. It was starting to get long in the front.

"You lost me at intrigue," Lance checked his watch. They had 15 minutes until opening. "Can you check on the cup situation?" He asked.

Pidge climbed off the stool, standing to their full but meager height and setting aside their phone. A week before school ended they'd chopped their hair off at their chin. Instead of gentle waves it spiked out away from their neck and in summer was perpetually mussed and lightened by the sunshine. Today Pidge was wearing their wrinkled Holt Teahouse shirt (two sizes too big with the sleeves rolled up, probably one of their brother's) tucked into high waisted jean shorts they'd doodled on with sharpie. Their legs were bruised and bandaid covered, and they'd stopped shaving in December (to which their nasty middle school classmates had turned their noses up at and Pidge had commented "disposable razors are a tool of the patriarchy. We should really be worrying about the aliens the government is hiding from us.") Their face was sunburnt, eyebrows unruly, and their glasses had fake lenses (for the aesthetic). This was a classic Pidge look. Lance couldn't help but smile at them as they surveyed their cup inventory and then turned to Lance's phone to make a Spotify selection.

"You should download it Lance. Dating fake boys is better than dating no boys."

"You're so funny."

"Thank you."

He'd worked at the Holt Teahouse for the past two summers. The bubble tea craze hadn't subsided. They were a hit: like an ice cream shop but for pre and post teens who wanted cute Instagram photos. He'd gotten the job through Matt, but seemed to spend the majority of his shifts with his sibling, especially this summer since he was on a European backpacking trip with his boyfriend. He didn't mind though. Pidge Holt was his best friend.

"Do you think he's going to come back today?" They asked, wiping down the counter with a cloth. The comment nearly made him lose count of the quarters.

"What do I care, mullet guy can do as he pleases," he said defensively, not bothering to look up at them.

"That was an unnecessarily emotional reaction. Is this because he didn't get that you were flirting with him? Because I think that's more about him than it is about you."

Lance whipped his head around to look at them. "So I wasn't off my game. I felt off my game. It was clear to you that I was flirting with him? I didn't look more awkward than usual or anything?"

Pidge grinned. "Oh, I see, you like him."

"What? No!" Mullet guy had been coming to the teahouse everyday at 4 sharp for the last week and a half. The first time Lance had turned on his trademark charm and the poor guy had turned bright red and stuttered out his order. Only the blushing and stuttering was so cute Lance lost his own composure and ran into Pidge when they slipped past him with a not yet sealed cup of milk tea that ended up all over the both of them.

It wasn't his fault. Mullet guy was almost aggravatingly cute (apart from the mullet.) He'd smiled, half embarrassed, half amused when the collision happened and his smile was prettier than his face. He always wore red: the first time it was a red tank top and redder face. Later there were band t-shirts, and running shorts and converse in the shade. Every time he'd order something different and exchange a few words with Pidge or Lance. He always seemed vaguely embarrassed, flushed, and awkward to the point where Lance thought this was the only social interaction he got on a day to day basis. Today though, when he ordered he seemed distracted, blatantly ignoring Lance's attempted banter. He looked tired too: hair tied up in a little bun at the top of his head, and greasy like he'd forgotten to wash it.

"I'm just worried, he didn't look so good."

"Well there's clearly something wrong with him if he wants to drink this crap everyday." Pidge only liked the boba, ironically they weren't a tea person.

Lance hoped mullet guy was okay. He looked about his age. Maybe a student? He usually had a backpack so Lance figured he was taking summer classes. He never really pried in their brief conversations. He just told bad jokes to make him smile. Heck, he didn't even know the guy's name.

"Are you done over there? It's nearly time to open."

"Shit I lost count, give me a minute."

Pidge laughed their happy, rolling laugh and Lance flushed. "I don't like mullet guy."

"Whatever you say Lance."

***

Keith didn't realize he'd forgotten his umbrella until he was outside in the rain. Warm drops hit his nose and rolled down to chin. It was the kind of rain that came in a wave of relief. The humidity of the air let up for a moment, the liquid coming down splatters instead of lingering in the air.

He sucked in a breath. He could skip today. That was always an option, not an option he ever took but it was an option. He was tired. So tired and done with his ridiculous schedule: classes from 7 to 3:30, homework, some semblance of food, and then work at the library from 5 to 10. It had been like this every week. And would be until the end of the summer. Such was the life of a scholarship student. This would all be worth it if he could graduate sooner. The sooner he had a job and a decent place to live and something more than soggy backpack straps to cling to the better. It will be worth it, he repeated to himself. His red converse squidged onward, white laces turning to murky brown.

So Keith was kind of an idiot. Struggling college students shouldn't be buying $3 bubble tea everyday. Furthermore they shouldn't be wasting precious time and physical energy walking two miles in the rain to get to a stupid teahouse. In fact Keith had passed at least two places where a similar beverage could be purchased. But it wasn't about the tea. It wasn't about the tea because Keith Kogane was almost certainly an idiot.

He'd been steered to the teahouse in the first place because of Shiro. His boyfriend's family evidently owned the place, although Matt had been on vacation the whole time Keith had been coming there.

"Hi, I'm Lance how can I help you?" The first time Lance's smile was so wide and inviting that Keith's internal monologue shifted from It will be worth it to I am so gay.

"I, um..." The other man had leaned forward out of the ordering window and winked at him. Keith stupidly read the first item off the menu, very conscious of how red his face was getting.

"Um, sure thing," Lance replied, looking kind of embarrassed himself. What did he have to be embarrassed about?

Keith had laughed hysterically when Lance ran into his co-worker and spilled tea everywhere. He felt bad afterward but it was too funny how his eyes went all wide and how he nervously scrambled for the roll of paper towels.

And it had been a rough day. Most days this summer had been rough and it felt good to laugh.

And so he was here in the rain, umbrellaless, with eye bags that had eye bags, walking to the Holt Teahouse on a Wednesday afternoon.

The little stand (a renovated ATM strategically located alongside a bus stop) was always steeped in sunshine. Keith knew the menu backwards and forwards now so he barely looked up as he ordered a passion fruit milk tea.  

"Are you alright?" Now he looked up, and Lance looked concerned, very concerned. Keith probably looked as bad as he felt, but he didn't realize he looked bad enough to garner a verbal response.

"I um..." Lance was leaning in again but in a worried way and not a flirty one. "forgot my umbrella."

"Do you want to take mine?" He asked without skipping a beat. Keith looked around as if there were anyone else he could be talking to. No one else was in line.

"No, it's okay I uh..."

"Are you sure because you don't look so good and I don't want you to get sick or anything because your probably a student or something and you can't afford to miss class and I know I don't really know you or anything but..."

"Lance!" Lance whipped around to look at his co-worker who already had his tea made and was holding it and the umbrella out angrily. "Stop babbling and go out there."

Keith grinned. He couldn't help it. He couldn't feel like shit when this boy was tripping all over himself because of him. Keith was never the one people got embarrassed over. He was the one who got embarrassed.

"I don't want to just take your umbrella."

"Then he'll walk you home," Lance's companion cut in. "His shift's nearly over anyway."

"Pidge!" Lance looked over at them, horrified.

"Okay," Keith mumbled.

"Okay?" Lance gaped at him.

"See Lance, he wants you to walk him. Get out of here."

"I'm Keith," Keith said, once the umbrella was over the both of them. "I don't think I ever told you my name."

"Keith," Lance repeated dumbly, head tilting to one side. "It's uh, nice to meet you."

"My place isn't far. I'm sorry to be of such trouble though."

"It's not trouble." It may have been wishful thinking but Keith could swear Lance leaned in toward him a little bit. They bumped shoulders. "I insisted you take the umbrella and Pidge insisted I take you."

"Pidge seems very persuasive."

"They can be scary when they want to be."

"Do you go to the university?" He asked. Keith's hair was dripping around his face and he reached up a gloved hand to push his bangs out of his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm taking summer classes," he didn't say more. It was better not to admit that he was broke and friendless. "Do you?" Keith had never seen him on campus but it was a big school.

"Oh, no I'm just here for the summer. I'm saving up for classes at my school in the fall. It's about an hour from here. I stay with the Holt family every summer."

"Oh so you know Matt?"

Lance stopped in his tracks. "You know Pidge's brother?"

"Matt is Pidge's brother?" Keith had never actually met Matt. Shiro had promised he'd introduce him sometime but their schedules never seemed to mesh. "I don't know him really I know his boyfriend Shiro. Actually Shiro's like my brother."

"I'm losing my mind right now," Lance said, laughing. "You're Shiro's Keith? You're the gay hermit conspiracy theorist with the knife collection? You seemed so normal I didn't put it together."

Keith flushed red. "Shiro exaggerates."

"That's too bad. Shiro's Keith sounded pretty cool."

"Shiro's not taking summer classes is he?" Lance asked. There was another question in it but Lance was too polite to ask outright.

"No, he isn't. I um...I'm only here because I'm a scholarship student. The quicker I get out of college the better."

Lance frowned. "That's an unconventional attitude."

Keith felt his face going red. He didn't like talking about where he came from. No family, no friends, no future wasn't the most convincing tagline albeit an accurate one.

"But I get it," Lance said quickly, evidently noticing his discomfort. "It's a lot of pressure. What are you studying?"

"I'm pre-med," he replied. He didn't add that he wasn't sure he'd be a halfway decent doctor. His professors always said he was too reckless and impulsive.

"Wow, you must be really smart then," Lance said, eyes lighting up.

"What do you study?"

"Art," he grinned. "Is that a deal breaker?"

"Of course not," he replied, wondering in a flustered fashion what he'd meant by deal breaker. It was raining harder now and Lance pressed closer to him to shield himself from the downpour. He directed him which way to turn when they got close. "What kind of art do you make?"

"I draw," he grinned. "And I paint and I make movies that nobody watches. I like school. I'm scared to even leave."

Keith nodded absently. "I think I get that too."

"Is this your place?" They'd come to a stop in front of Keith's dingy apartment building. He looked down at his soaked shoes and nodded.

"It's not much."

"Dude I don't give a shit if you're a scholarship student and live in a crappy apartment. I'm here working my ass off to afford next semester while my friends are off on vacation. I get it. It sucks. You seem like a nice guy. You seem like a nice guy who works himself to death but a nice guy nevertheless. Don't be ashamed of the hard work it took to get where you are okay?"

"Okay," Keith said, because he was too surprised to say anything else.

Lance nodded and gave him a slight smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to go off I just...look I've been there too and I think it's better to own it than apologize for it."

Keith's heart was going a mile a minute. He felt, for a second, like he might cry. "Okay," he repeated. They were in front of his door so he said so.

"Well, good luck. I'll see you tomorrow probably," Lance smiled at him and turned, umbrella bobbing as he walked.

***

"I'm SUCH a dumbass," Lance groaned, jabbing his straw in his mouth and accidentally sticking himself in the roof of his mouth.

"I knew that one already," Pidge said. They were outside wiping down the windows of the teahouse with Windex while Lance moped. "What exactly are you referring to?"

"Keith," Lance muttered. "When I walked him home yesterday I kind of lectured him."

"Lectured him? About what?" Pidge put down their bottle of Windex.

Lance flushed. "He was doing that thing I always used to do. He's a scholarship student and he got all embarrassed about his shitty apartment and the fact that he has to take summer classes to save money."

"So you're telling me that the first time you actually talk to the guy you like you tell him off for internalized classism?"

Lance groaned. "Why am I so stupid? He'll probably never come back now. Did I tell you that he's Shiro's Keith? I made a huge fool of myself in front of Shiro's Keith."

Pidge burst out laughing. "He's my nerd brother's boyfriend's nerd friend? Holy shit Lance you know how to pick them."

"He hates me."

"I think you're jumping to conclusions."

Lance shook his head. "I can't talk about this anymore. How is your class schedule coming?"

Pidge had been accepted into the Garrison, an advanced science and technology high school both Matt and Shiro had attended. They'd been sent the course catalogue a week ago.

"The freshman requirements are pretty straight forward. I'm taking geometry and biology and the advanced computer science I tested into," They avoided eye contact.

"Are you okay?" Lance asked.

"I'm fine," they shot back too quickly. Pidge hadn't talked much about high school since they got in. Their family, of course, was ridiculously proud.

Pidge finished up the windows and came back in the kiosk. "Hey Lance, can I have a hug?" Pidge looked up at him, a little lost.

"Always, bud," he replied, opening his arms for them.

"You're a good friend Lance."

"Thanks nerd."

"Hey, um are you guys open?"

Lance looked to the source of the voice. Today Keith had a red choker and, if Lance wasn't mistaken, eyeliner.

"You came back!"

Keith looked confused. "Why wouldn't I come back?"

"Because I told you off for internalized classism," he said, borrowing a phrase from Pidge.

Pidge laughed ridiculously and then had to go in the bathroom because they couldn't stop.

Keith was bright red. "Well you were right. And I uh...I'm spending a ton of money on tea I don't need because I don't have the guts to ask you out."

"You," Lance gaped at him. "Want to go out with me?"

"I mean if you don't want to obviously we don't have to. It's not a big deal if we just forget about..."

"Keith stop talking," Lance cut him off. "Are you free this weekend?"

Keith let out a breath and relaxed a fraction. "Yes, yes I am."

"How about Saturday night? I can pick you up at 6?"

"Sounds good."

"So do you want any tea or..."

"I uh...I'm good."

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I kinda wanted to do this so...I’m just...gonna?

This is a review for memebox, lemon sparkling peeling gel, milky piggys carbonated bubble clay mask, and the bubble tea sleeping pack - green tea.

I had also bought the chateau labiotte wine tint in RD03, but I haven’t used it enough to say anything about it.

These are all full size products I bought with my own money. A quick overview on my skin type, combination and rare breakouts. I also have allergies so scents are important to me.

Company 1: Memebox

   Processing 5/5

   Shipping & Handling 5/5

   Overall Rating 10/10

So processing only took a day and shipping about five days. It was overall pretty quick. They got my order wrong but it wasn’t missing anything? I got an extra item??

Item 2: Lemon Sparkling Peeling Gel $9

   Packaging 3/5

   Effectiveness 3/5

   Smell 5/5

Overall Rating 9/10

First off, I’d like to say, I actually quite like this product! It definitely does what it advertises to do, it exfoliates your skin by removing any dead skin on it. The packaging is kind of poor and be careful holding it when applying to your face because the product just leaks out. It’s not the best peeling gel I’ve ever used but it’s a lot cheaper. It’s well worth it for the price though. The smell is pleasant and doesn’t irritate my nose.

I will be buying this product again.

Item 3: Milky Piggy Carbonated Bubble Clay Mask $11

   Packaging 4/5

   Effectiveness 2/5

   Smell 5/5

Overall Rating 6/10

Ahhhh I kind of wanted to like this product. The packaging is very nice although there is no indication at the top that it can be opened. I understand it needs to be sealed in tight so it doesn’t oxidize, but I kind of wish they made the top jut out just a tiny bit so it’s more obvious. I looked it up on youtube lol.

I used this product twice and honestly wasn’t thrilled either time. The first time I felt like I had put on too much, when I washed it off, it left a kind of sticky film on my skin. I figured I had put on too much so the second time I put on a lot less. It left my skin feeling extremely dry. I honestly can only recommend this as a gimmick. If you have very calm skin, this might work for you but I just don’t think this product works all that well. You get a lot for $11 but since the tub isn’t fully resealable, so the lifetime of this product is limited.

It smells pretty good! It doesn’t irritate my nose.

Some final things I’d like to say, it’s a very quick product. The mask only takes 2-3 minutes before you need to massage it in so since I have glasses it’s nice to get back to what I was doing. You can feel it bubbling on your skin and hear it too! It’s a little itchy although not bad.

I’m going to go through the pot but will not buy this product again.

Item 4: Bubble Tea Sleeping Pack - Green Tea $13

   Packaging 5/5

   Effectiveness 4/5

   Smell 5/5

Overall Rating 7/10

I adore the packaging so much. It’s the whole reason I bought it. It looks like a cup of bubble tea with boba at the bottom! It even has an applicator that snaps onto the cover of it that looks like a spoon!

The recommended use of this product is 2-3 times a week and it’s a sleep mask you put on at night to wash off in the morning. I’ve put on 2 times this week. It goes on easily and dries within 10 - 15 minutes to a very slightly sticky consistency. I was worried about getting it on my pillow but since it takes me a while to fall asleep, it doesn’t do so at all. You get quite a lot of it and with the applicator, just a little bit goes a really long way. I would recommend to not put it on areas you get acne easily in. Stick to areas that tend to get dry or need a pick-me-up. It left my skin feeling very soft in the morning although I was afraid I might end up breaking out. If you have oily skin, I’d only recommend using this once a week.

It smells so lovely! I does actually remind me of tea although more chamomile tea than green tea. They also have a strawberry and black tea flavor!

I will be buying this product again if I still need do so by the time I finish the pot. There’s a lot I barely use any. I am curious about the boba at the bottom!

Final things, this is a really no hassle mask! If you don’t have time and shower in the mornings, it takes little to no effort at all.

Thanks for reading if you got this far! I just wanted to share my thoughts about these products. If there’s anything you’d like to ask or disagree with, I’d love to hear your thoughts! Sorry there’s no pictures! I tried to highlight what was important.