#you opened a restaurant at 5am

[stoprewined]

christopher hayden.

gilmore girls - 7.07

[marlenesluv]

۵pairing: fem!albonsibling!ballerina x platonic f1 grid. also, reader x lando norris.

۵type: social media au

۵authors note: sorry it’s been so long! if you want a tag for new updates for this series, leave a comment letting me know! i’ll tag you in upcoming posts :)

۵warnings: dark side of ballet (this includes: ed/not eating as much, self criticism, teacher, etc) please be aware of this while reading. i love you. also cussing.

۵summary: a month after the dinner, y/n is still working to perfect her performance for her role as the black/white swan. luckily, she had her “friend(?)” lando to help her and keep her company.

۵this is part 4! please read part 1, part 2, and part 3 before this one for it to make sense. (part 1 is mine, i just made it on my main blog)

masterlist here -> masterlist link

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y/n.albon: reminiscing bc i start training for ballet tomorrow, missing friends and shit👾💜

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lilymhe: noooo i miss you, cant wait to crash ur apartment every few days 💘

↳ y/n.albon: my door is always open for u

↳ landonorris: and me???😪

↳ y/n.albon: 🔑

↳ landonorris: 🙂↕️

↳ alex_albon: wait. LANDO HAS A KEY!?????

↳ alex_albon: why do i even comment. you NEVER ANSWER ME😭🤧

user2: alex is just so offended atp😭

f1wags: new wag manifestinggggg🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

fp4albons: my favssss

ln4updates: lando has a key to her apartment?🥲we know they’re dating like js announce it😁

user7: alr, my favorite people ever (real)

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You loved ballet more than anything, but the hours were ungodly. Waking up on a Monday morning at 5am to be at the studio by 7:30am was unforgivable.

But then, when you’re there till 11pm…it’s exhausting.

After those fifteen hours of practice, you needed about a week of sleep and four advil. Not to mention you were starving.

Your instructor said “lay off those bagels.” To which you nodded and then rolled your eyes once you were out of sight.

Your instructor was the best of the best, and you knew she meant well. She wanted the best for you, for you to be the best.

Sometimes, this was draining. In her eyes, the best was as thin as paper. Ballet was like this, and it was hard. But you had dealt with it for so long, that you started tuning them out years ago.

Fuck them. Its a sport. So, on your walk home, you grabbed a slice of pizza and a diet coke. You deserved it.

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landonorris: never letting you drive my car again

↳ y/n.albon: okay (i hate driving so this is perfect)

↳ landonorris: (thank god because i hate being the passenger)

user3: name a more iconic couple? *crickets* yeah i thought so

f1editpg4: lando on the first slide is a mooddddd

workinglateee3: uhhhhh the second pic🤧🤧🙃

francisca.cgomes: if you’re not rooting for portugal…

↳ y/n.albon: uhhhhh, they’re my second fav team😁

↳ francisca.cgomes: fairrr🫶

user6: me waiting for them to date 🙂

user9: mom and dad fr

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your texts with alex:

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After deciding that leaving Alex on read would be best for now, you walked into your favorite little italian restaurant that you ordered some pasta from after practice got over.

Should you be eating breadsticks, gnocchi, and a tiramisu for dinner? Eh, probably not, but you were tired and in need of some comfort food.

The whole situation with Lando felt like nothing and everything all at once. You knew he was single, and he knew you were as well. He also knew how upset you were about Ben quitting, but he didn’t pity you which was nice.

Family that had found out had been texting and calling you for weeks. Telling you how sorry they are, but you didn’t care that much. Truth be told, it was just inconvenient and inconsiderate.

If Lando knew one thing, it would how he knew how you functioned. At this point in knowing each other, Lando knew your schedule more than anyone else. He paid more attention. He never missed a planned hangout, a rehearsal, or dinner.

Stopping yourself, you walked up to the counter and grabbed your food, saying bye to the workers and started walking back home. What you didn't know was that Lando had happened to drive by and saw you walking.

Lando debated picking you up. The last thing he wanted was for you to think he was stalking you. It really was pure coincidence that he saw you. After having a mental fight with himself, he turned his car around and slowed down by the sidewalk.

You, wearing leggings, a sweater, long socks and tennis shoes and your hair down. Eyes focused on your phone as you struggled to find a good song to play through your headphones. Your ballet bag hanging off your shoulder and takeout in the opposite hand.

Smiling, Lando rolled his window down. "Y/n!"

You furrowed your brows, looking up and seeing a familiar face.

"Lando? What are you- are you following me now?!" You asked, stopping to talk as he stopped his car.

"What? Wha- no! I was driving by and you were just there!" He defended himself, nervous about your reaction.

"Uh huh..."

"Do you want a ride home?" Lando asked, tilting his head a little.

"Are you going to kidnap me if I get in?"

"Y/n! No! Stop that, just-...do you want a ride, or no?" He asked, hoping for you to say yes.

"Um...." You looked at the ground, then the buildings, and finally met his eyes, "Okay, yeah, thanks."

You opened the back door and threw your bags in, placing the food on the ground. Then, you got in the front, taking your headphones off and buckling up.

"How was practice?" Lando asked, pulling onto the road again and heading to your apartment building.

"It was okay. Lots of criticizing." You sighed, toying with your sweater string.

"About?" Lando loved your love for ballet. But sometimes, he wished he could beat your instructor. Always bringing you down, for no reason. In his eyes, you were perfect. He was well aware that he liked you...more than friends.

“Form, diet, you know..all that shit.��� You laughed, watching as Lando skillfully pulled into the parking garage of your apartment. “Thanks for driving me, Lando.” You smiled, getting out and grabbing your bags as Lando exited the car as well.

“Care if I come up?” He asked, stuffing his hands in his hoodie pocket as you nodded and started walking, Lando quick on your trail.

‘Maybe he does like me…’ you thought as you both walked into your apartment and you started to split up the food you had ordered.

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landonorris: nights like this❤️

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y/n.albon: ♾️

*liked by creator*

oscarpiastri: have something to tell us, mate?

↳ landonorris: nah

f1wags: we have been summoned, WHAT

user3: it’s y/n bro i’m telling you

alex_albon: um…ok…..

ln4editpagee: we all know y/n took that first pic

user8: that’s literally y/n, i know those headphones anywhereeee

williams4life: alex has to be freaking out omg

↳ formula1wags: lily has to deal with the freak out too😭���

y/ns1fp4: MOTHERRRR MOTHER MOTHER

user1: obsessed with this post, it’s my roman empire fr

user3: do we stay calm or freak out guys??????

↳ vrooms19: BOTH

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(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

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tag: @rhythmstars

if you would like a tag for future parts of this series, leave a comment here and i’ll add you :)

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[rockstarhaechan]

nct 127 being in a relationship with you

pairing: bf!nct 127 x fem!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff

warnings: pet names, otherwise none!

note: i’m starting this at 5am in the morning, so bare with me :/ but thank you for 300+ followers! <3

being completely whipped would probably be johnny. the big guy but big heart.

constantly opening doors for you, taking you out to eat, buying you flowers and neck kisses while holding the car door open so you can get in.

stroking your hair while you’re falling asleep, and always waiting for you to fall asleep first so he can cuddle up to you.

taeyong would be the calmest ever, definitely letting everything go your way, not even caring if he wants it differently!

“we can do it like you want it to happen baby” or “you can decide” even tho he wants it to happen his way but he loves you so much that he just wants you to be happy!

posting a lot of pictures on social media about you two, from date nights to just laying in bed cuddling.

yuta. he would be the wildest, but also the most settled down.

he knows exactly what he wants with you in the future always speaking about marriage, giving you little hints.

buying you your favorite things, cuddling with you while watching a movie or just brushing your hair after a long shower you two took!

doyoung is more of the calm guy i feel like, definitely complimenting you a lot, telling you how great you look and how much he loves you.

holding your hand while the two of you are on a date.

“we should get that princess, don’t you think?” calling you princess and always asking for your opinion cause he wants you to feel loved by him.

jaehyun, oh were do i even start.

you’re his world, his everything. he will always treat you like a queen.

“i’m gonna do that baby, don’t worry” always doing your chores for you, not letting you do anything.

buying you expensive things, ring with his name engraved into it, blow drying your hair after a long bath, cuddling and singing songs to you until you fall asleep.

jungwoo is the funny one, but still a little bit possessed.

always scared he’s gonna do smth wrong which ends up with you crackling up cause he’s so funny when he’s scared.

cooking? he leaves that up to you cause he still wants to continue living in the house and not burn it down.

he folds the laundry for you tho and helps you with other tasks like cleaning and running errands! that’s his way of showing his love to you.

mark, he’s definitely gatekeeping you cause he loves you so much, but whenever you ask “i wanted to go out, you wanna come with me?” he lets you go alone cause you also need your girl time!

calls you while he’s at work asking if you wanna pick him up cause he reserved a table for two at a fancy restaurant.

haechan is the mood maker, always keeping you company whenever you’re not feeling well.

ordering food for the two of you, putting on your favourite show & placing small kisses all over your face!

always sharing funny stories that happened at work, basically begging you not to tell the others that he told you!

cooking together with you, doing the dishes together & random dance parties whenever the two of you have time.

sharing his blanket with you when you’re cold, spooning you with small neck kisses until you’re warm and asleep.

[danieyells]

Could I pretty please ask for any Haru stuff you found? 🥺 I've been afflicted with the Haru simp disease and only information/content of him can cure me 🛐

HARU'S CHANGED MY FEELINGS ON HIM not that i disliked him at all before but like. . .you know how he acts like the team mom? His voicelines make this worse. I thought he was more like a meddlesome but chill guy with a lot of energy. The truth is this poor man is a single mother with two unruly kids, a house full of animals, and VIRTUALLY NO HELP BESIDES YOU. No wonder he drinks nearly every fucking night. I get why Jabberwock doesn't have ordinary students but jesus christ please get some helpers in here. My man is overworked.

I ended up putting almost all of them in because. . .he is struggling poor boy. I have officially edited this to contain all of Haru's voicelines! Sorry for the wait!!

Hello: (the first time the game is opened after that character is set as home screen NPC. Only happens once per day, unless the character is switched out and back.)

"Hey, nice timing! One sec, I've just gotta finish feeding everyone."

You've Got Mail: (whenever there's something in the inbox, usually Arena rewards)

"You've got some letters! Better open them before that goat lookalike makes a meal out of them!"

Default: (requires no affinity, has no time constraints)

"Folks are going wild over the Anomalous Animal Back To Nature Tour, and this is your chance to experience it at a discount rate! C'mon, help me hand out these fliers!"

"Everyone stuffs up sometimes. Don't let it get to you—just think of it as a funny story you can pull out later and laugh at! Gahaha!"

the only way he knows how to cope with his pain is to laugh at it. . .my therapist told me that was good actually! he's well adjusted! disregard the nightly drinking.

"You sure are fond of {PC}, aren't you, Peekaboo? You did nothing but bite me for the first three days after we met."

tbf you were from another house and it was probably fresh after the clash. . . .

"You reckon I work hard? Nah, this is nothing to write home about. All right, let's head to the next zone!"

"Hey, nice work out there today! Let's knock a few more jobs off the list then take a break, hey?"

oh my god you take breaks? or are you telling the player to take a break while you keep overdoing it. . . .

Affinity 1: (between 5am and 11am)

"Morning! Let's get this show on the road!"

Affinity 2: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Hey, {PC}! What a coinkydink! I just finished my rounds."

Affinity 3: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Ren? He's working at that whacky restaurant again. I'll have to go pick him up later."

Affinity 4: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Towa's off to that hill again? I was gonna ask him to hold down the fort... Guess I'll have to stay put tonight."

Affinity 5: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Am I tired? Nah, don't worry, if there's two things I have confidence in it's my stamina and my bad luck!"

Affinity 6: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"The Sinostra folks are causing a kerfuffle again... I don't need any of that! You should take care not to get dragged into their mess too, you hear?"

Affinity 7: (between 11am and 4pm)

"You wanna know how to get the animals to like you? You just gotta show how much you love them, like this— Ow! Don't bite me, Peekaboo!"

Affinity 8: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"None of our critters have warmed to Ren at all, even though he spends all day with them... Guess that handsome face only works on humans."

Affinity 9: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Phew, time for a bre— Hm? That sounded like the Capybus! I'm gonna go check on her, watch Peekaboo for me!"

Affinity 10: (between 10pm and midnight)

"All right, the kids are all in bed. I'll just ask those two to hold down the fort, then I'll head out for a little walk..."

Affinity 11: (between 5am and 11am)

"I went to wake that sleepyhead Ren up this morning, but it was like he couldn't see me even though he was looking straight at me. Reckon his eyesight's bad?"

Affinity 12: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Course I eat, don't worry about that! Just earlier I pinched some of Peekaboo's veggies when I was making his lunch and had them with a piece of bread!"

Please eat food. . . .

Affinity 13: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"So much to do... Gotta take in the washing and get the shopping done... Argh! There's not enough hours in the day!"

Affinity 14: (between 5am and 11am)

"This? It's an energy drink. Don't feel like the day's started till I have one. (gulp) (gulp) Pwaaah!"

PLEASE EAT FOOD AND SLEEP. . . . . . . . .

Affinity 15: (between 5am and 11am)

"Ah man, there's soap all over the walls again! You're so good at playing with the animals Towa, if you could just learn how to clean up after you'd get full marks..."

Towa i love you but please help your mother boyfriend captain. . . .

Affinity 16: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Ah! I can't do dogs! How'd you get in here?! Towa!! Come here!! No!! Don't bite me!!"

He is terrified of dogs????? Towa absolutely electrocuted the shit out of that dog. Rip in pieces. That dog truly fucked around and found out. It will never go in the dorm again.

Affinity 17: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Thanks for helping out again today, you're a real lifesaver. Sorry I can't walk you back..."

Affinity 18: (between 8pm and 5am)

"You reckon I look like an acrobat when I'm using my stigma? Gahaha! Maybe I'll practice balancing on a ball then!"

Baby no you are not a clown please what if you break something again--

Affinity 19: (between 10pm and midnight)

"...(gasp) Crap, I fell asleep... Did you put this blanket on me? Cheers... Maybe I'll grab a few more minutes..."

Affinity 20: (between 5am and 11am)

"I swore I'd take responsibility for protecting all the lives in this park. I can't let anyone die on my watch."

Affinity 21: (between 11am and 4pm)

"I don't know where I'd be without all the critters in this place if I'm honest with you. Well, gotta be my animal magnetism that's keeping them here anyway! Gahaha!"

Affinity 22: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Hm? There's some critters whose nails were getting dangerously long so I was giving them a clip. Come here, I'll do yours too if you want!"

Affinity 23: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Oh, off for a cheeky night out? Gahaha! I know a good place, want me to take you?"

get wasted with him and give him somebody to talk to!! he needs someone besides romeo and rui to listen to him rant sometimes!

Affinity 24: (between 10pm and midnight)

"A soft bed to lie down in and someone to chat with till I drift off... I'm really living the high life here."

He's a simple man. . .it's easy to imagine him holding your hand here while he dozes off. . . .

Affinity 25(max): (no time constraints)

"Really learned the ropes here, haven't you? Once we have a little cash to spare, I'll buy you your own Jabberwock uniform!"

they must be expensive if it takes until Affinity 25 to get you one! He's so conscious about his finances(disregard all of the stuff he buys and never uses--) that being given a purchased gift is surely the highest tier of affection from him haha. But also. . .he treats the anomalous animals and oftentimes even the other ghouls in Jabberwock like they're his kids. This is his way of saying 'you're part of this family too.' Which is very sweet.

Spring: (March-May) (between 5am and 11am)

"Today's shearing day for the fluffy squad! It's actually a pretty hefty task, so I've gotta hop to it if I want to be done before summer..."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Bucket, check. Trowel, check. Me and Towa are heading to the mountains to pick some veggies. You wanna come?"

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"We've been getting a lot of balmy days lately, and the sun's up longer. Can't help but dilly-dally when I'm working..."

(between 8pm and 5am)

"I've gotta clean out all the sparrow nests soon or they won't be able to look after their kiddos properly. Looks like there's... 61 nests total..."

Summer: (June-August) (between 5am and 11am)

"A lot of customers have been saying they wanna stay cool in the summer so I changed up the course. Now we have a special summer-only waterside tour!"

(between 11am and 4pm)

"It's hot so I invited Ren to go fishing, but his face screwed up like a prune and he yelled at me. What's he got against fish?"

Probably the same thing you have against dogs. . . .

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Phew... Finally finished harvesting all the feed crops for the day... Everyone's health is dependent on their quality, so now's the time to do it right."

(between 8pm and 5am)

"Lotta bugs around this time of year... But they're important for the food chain, so I've gotta take care of them... Argh!! Give it a rest with the buzzing!"

Autumn: (September-November) (between 5am and 11am)

"Hey, nice timing! I'm about to make a fire with the dead leaves I collected so I can bake some potatoes, take a seat!"

(between 11am and 4pm)

"I like the Jabberwock uniforms. They're made out of high-performance fabric that keeps you warm when it's cold out and safe when you're handling venomous critters!"

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"The hibernation squad's gonna start eating us out of house and home this month... The food bill's gonna be rough... Eeek!"

(between 8pm and 5am)

"You reckon that's a rabbit on the moon? No way, it's a toad! C'mon, look closer!"

apparently the pareidolic toad in the moon is a Chinese myth! I wonder if they mean to suggest Haru is actually Chinese.

Winter: (December-February) (between 5am and 11am)

"Rounds are quicker in winter since some of the critters hibernate. Makes things a little easie— Why's the kitchen on fire?!"

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Brr... Can't help but get green-eyed looking at the furry critters when it's this cold..."

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Nice and toasty... Hm? I'm talking about Peekaboo! He's better than a hot water bottle in this weather!"

Haru putting Peekaboo on your tummy when you're having cramps or just in pain in general is a cute mental image, especially since Peekaboo likes you lol

(between 8pm and 5am)

"It's cold outside so some of the critters have been sneaking into our rooms at night. You heard Ren scream just now, right?"

His birthday: (September 20th)

"It's my birthday?! Oops, totally slipped my mind... Thanks for remembering!"

Your birthday:

"Happy birthday. The Capybus is all yours today—I've got a custom birthday tour all planned out for you!"

New Years: (January 1st)

"Happy New Year! How'd I ring it in? I was milking the cow and when I looked up I'd totally missed the first sunrise! Gahaha!"

Valentine's Day: (February 14th)

"You're kidding, I can really have this?! They say a little sugar helps sweeten a tired day! Thanks a million, this'll keep me going a while!"

White Day: (March 14th)

"Ta-da! I bought you some hand cream, for the chocolate you got me last month. Thanks for everything you do here."

hand cream when you do all of that manual labor and probably have to wash your hands a lot is a really practical gift actually, gg haru

April Fool's Day: (April 1st)

"Can you believe this? Ren got up early, and Towa fed everyone for me! ...Tried to make a joke for April Fools but it just made me feel empty inside..."

Halloween: (October 31st)

"Check it out! The pumpkin Capybus, in town for three days only! I sacrificed sleep and some of our budget to get her ready!"

If it's painted I really hope that paint is waterproof. . .never know when Towa's gonna make it rain. . . .

Christmas: (December 25th)

"Merry Christmas! This is a reindeer, she lives up in the mountains! And I'm Sagara Claus! Gahaha!"

just don't let romeo see it lolol

Idle: (about 20 seconds without interacting with the game) (below 13 affinity)

"Hey there, miss! Looking gorgeous as ever! ...Wait, I was kidding! Come back!"

(13 affinity and above)

"You seem pretty flat out today... Nothing for it, I'll get a few other things out of the way while I wait for you to get back."

Absent: (logging in for the first time in 2 or more days?)

"Phew, that's a relief... I was worried one of ours ate you... Glad to see you back."

Once again. . .an absolute sweetheart. And a single mother who is desperately in need of some help around the house. That April Fool's line really got me lolol poor guy. All of his have a lot of energy to them so i feel like i posted more than Haku, who's kind of a more low key guy lol. . . .

[fanaticsnail]

Bar Shift: Part 1

First time writing for Sanji, which accidentally turned into a multi-part mini series. This is part 1!

Your eyelids fluttered open as the rays of the morning sun shone through the material of the curtain and directly onto your face. Any other day, waking with the dawn would cause you to groan, wipe your face with your fingertips and you would lunge straight into a tirade of self-hype to awaken your senses as you prepared for your shift as the front of house manager of the floating restaurant, Baratie.

However, today was unlike any of the others you had encountered over the past several months. Today, you had finally been rostered for a single day off. You smiled and raised your arms over your head, stretching them above you and arching your back with a low moan. You released the tension acquired in your shoulders and shrugged back into the mattress below you.

It was not like you hadn’t been rostered off, releasing you from your duties over the several months prior. You had just acquired the nasty habit of accepting shifts pushed onto you to cover other members of staff in their duties. From aiding with back of house duties: washing dishes, vegetable preparation, sauce reduction and preparing ‘family meal’ for the staff to enjoy after completing a successful shift; to aiding the head Chef Zeff with listing groceries, preparing payroll, timetable scheduling and product costing. This is how you rose so high in the ranks aboard the sailing restaurant as their front of house staff; never being one to decline a shift to cover others in their time of need.

You smiled to yourself, springing the sheets from your body and preparing to undertake a true day dedicated to only yourself. You had a whole list of items prepared in your mind: face masks, deep hair conditioning, pampering your body by doing some exercise in the gym and enjoying breakfast on the broad deck in the sunshine on the bar.

You started with your face, plucking unruly and unwanted hair from their desired location, applying a face and hair mask and began doing your stretches to limber your body up for a small run after your masks had dried, been rinsed and tidied.

As the conditioning treatments began to solidify atop your features, you placed a record in your music player and swung to the beat with a small giggle. You discarded your sleep attire and searched through your draws for something to exercise in and something to wear to breakfast after you had a shower.

You rinsed off the dried masks from your face and wrapped your masked hair into a tight bun out of your face and left your quarters adorning your work-out gear. You completed a slightly cardio intensive routine over the course of an hour, including some kick-boxing against a small bag hanging from the ceiling on the crew-quarters gym before heading to the showers.

Indulging in the warmth of a lengthy shower, you dried your now shiny soft hair and styled it in a way you hadn’t done in a while – wearing it out instead of in the tightly woven style you would adorn in your regular shifts aboard Baratie. You raked through the locks, pinched your cheeks a little to add some warmth to your un-made up features and left the showers wearing slightly dressy clothes.

You were relishing in every moment you had acquired in a well deserved day off, noticing the hands on the clock on the hallway indicated it was now around 7:45am as you made your way atop the deck. More often than not, you would pull double – if not triple shifts – to aid the creater, owner and head chef of Baratie; often starting at 5am to aid in pastries, work a full shift on the floor before covering for a chef in the kitchen or helping with the dishes from the rush before managing the bar for the night life. You would often end your shift just after midnight if the night was slow, but would stay later if required.

There had been two crew birthdays for the front of house staff, one chef du cuisine reigniting his affections with an old flame and asking you to cover for him in the kitchen, three injuries at the hands of apprentices and one chef finding themselves overcome with some form of sea-bearing respiratory illness he acquired on one of his days off that rendered him useless for a week. Each time, Patty or Carne would seek you out and sheepishly ask you to cover; knowing they could truly count on you. And each time, you would say yes.

As you took a seat, basking in the light of the morning rays; you rolled your neck and closed your eyes to release some tension in your neck as a shadow fell over your face – successfully blocking the warmth from falling onto your skin.

You opened your eyes and looked up to see the blonde chef, Sanji; a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips as he presented you with what looked to be some number of fruits above a jelly and custard tart with whipped cream on the side. You smiled at him and sat up slightly from your reclined position.

“For you, princess,” he said with a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth. You rolled your eyes and accepted the dish from him and placed it on the side table to the right of the lounging chair you were sitting on.

“What is it, love?” you asked him, gesturing to the dish he had handed to you. He broadly smiled at you, appreciating the name you bestowed onto him. He removed the finished cigarette from the corner of his lips and placed it in the ashtray on the table beside a different recliner, further away from the dish.

“It’s a white chocolate ganache custard tart with a bitter blueberry reduction,” he began, crouching down at the table, fixing his gaze at the dish in front of you and gesturing to each part.

“I’ve topped it with a sweet lychee jelly with chiffonade mint leaves and finely diced cubed mango,” he pointed to the finely chopped pieces, “and I’ve hand-whipped a vanilla bean meringue buttercream just for you.”

You noticed a twinkle in his eyes as you looked the dish over, assessing its presentation. You narrowed your eyes at the tart base, noticing it was different than the usual pie crusts Sanji had worked with in the past.

“And the base?” you questioned him, arching your eyebrow up at him. He chuckled a little and leant forward.

“A flattened and rolled out layered Bischoff brioche,” he winked at you. You were not unaccustomed to Sanji’s flirting, as many of the chefs would playfully banter with one another during the shifts. Between Patty, Carne or the other line cooks; it was more loving insults or playful banter and encouragement. If there was a pretty lady sitting at the tables, a chef would alert the rest of the kitchen by calling out a dish to table number that didn’t exist, or more boldly, wolf-whistle under their breath.

With you, being one of the only women who would grace the back of house with your presence on the line, they would often include you in their jabs and try to point out any men they would deem worthy of your time. Sanji, however, would push to include you in a more flirtatious manner – often calling out the non-existent table number when you would walk to the pass on one of your front of house shifts, or referring to you with a rotating number of pet-names, his latest including “princess”.

“Thank you, love,” you smiled at him, broadly. You picked up a small fork and sliced the sharpened edge of the utensil into the tart and collecting a sample of each of the ingredients onto it.

“Did you make one for yourself too?” you asked before raising it to your lips. He was gazing at you with anticipation as you placed the ingredients into your mouth. Immediately, an explosion of flavours erupted over your tongue; bitterness from the reduction, richness from the ganache and meringue, fresh juices from the jelly and herbaceous botanicals from the mint leaves eclipsed over your senses; pulling an unwilling moan from between your lips. Sanji broadly smiled at your reaction, his eyes twinkling at the unwithheld compliment to him that he managed to bring forth.

You blushed heavily at the reaction your body made in response to consuming the first bite of his food and continued to chew, rolling the contents over your tongue.

“Bloody hell, Sanji!” you widened your eyes and covered your mouth with the hand you had the utensil in, still chewing the tart in your mouth. He chuckled and cradled his head in his enclosed fist, bashfully while he continued to watch you enjoy the dish he made.

“To answer your question, princess,” he smiled, “no I didn’t. I made that especially for you.”

You swallowed the first bite and rose your eyebrows in subtle shock. You again carved off a generous piece of the tart, ensuring you collected a taste of each of the many parts of the dessert. Sanji followed your movements with his eyes as you skilfully did so, only looking back to you in confusion as you presented the fork towards his lips.

“Well then,” you declared, offering the fork further over to his lips, “say ‘ah’.”

He smiled widely before leaning towards the silver utensil and wrapping his lips over the tip of the fork. His tongue collected the ingredients from the bottom of the fork, drawing your eyes to the silver balled piercing located on his pink frenulum momentarily. He maintained eye contact with you as he placed the contents into his mouth, causing an unintentional blush to rise from your chest, tips of your ears and over your cheeks.

He released the fork slowly from his lips, removing all pieces of indulgent tart from the end of the fork and he smiled at you with fondness.

“Thank you,” he nodded his head at the fork, “always wanted to share a meal with you. I didn’t think it would be quite as literal as this, princess.”

You rolled your eyes at his playful flirtation and began to collect more of the beautiful breakfast he had meticulously prepared for you.

“You should’ve made this one for Chef,” you commented, “he might even be so inclined to put this on the menu. I’d vouch for you, love.”

He laughed at your comment, reaching into his jacket pocket and placing an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

“Nope,” he said, bringing his lips to the filter end of the cigarette, “too much work went into that one. Wouldn’t want it wasted on uncultured pricks that believe the height of cuisine is a well-done tomahawk steak with mashed potatoes and boiled carrots.”

You laughed at his comment, watching him as he stood up and attempted to click his flint-less lighter to ignite a flame. He growled slightly in frustration, prompting you to reach for your own lighter in your bag. You rose to your feet and situated yourself in front of the tall blonde, reaching up your lighter and flicking the flint to ignite a small flame from the end. He smiled in thanks at you as you brought your hand cradling the flame up to his lips once more. He leant into your hands, igniting the tip of the cigarette and inhaling deeply before releasing the tobacco-riddled smoke from the corner of his mouth away from your face. You smiled at him and flicked off the flame from your lighter and made to place it back into your bag.

Unknown to you, Sanji’s eyes followed your every movement as he gazed at you with nothing but pure adoration. This little crush he seemed to have on you was subject to many of the unrelenting teasing from the kitchen staff, especially from Patty. He didn’t mind being the butt of the joke, especially as his only crime per say was his unrequited fantasy in pining for you.

Sure, he’d flirt with many women over the course of his shift – more often than not to secure a higher tip, or to simply mess with an overzealous man who needed his oversized head to be knocked down a few paces. It was only ever playful, nothing truly more. With you? He found to be fixated on you. The highlight of his shift was knowing you were with him on Baratie, pulling all of your strength, effort and unbridled determination in ensuring the smooth sailing of each night. He adored how much work you put into the place, especially as he owed his life to the head chef and having you aboard seemed to make everything flow so easily.

Silence fell between you as you cut into the meal Sanji prepared for you and continued to place it into your mouth. He continued to smoke, always turning to release the smoke away from you to not tarnish your dining experience in any way.

Loud footsteps broke you both out of your shared silence together as Patty almost skipped over to the place you were sitting, a broad smile adorning his finely groomed facial hair.

Immediately, alarm bells blared into you as this smile you came to know as the one he would only ever use when asking you to cover a shift.

“No,” you said, holding your hands out and defensively shaking them at him, “absolutely not.”

The smile continued to widen over Patty’s features as a clasped his hands together in a pleading fashion.

“Oh my darling, the most precious and radiant flower all of the ocean has to offer,” Patty began his tirade of flattery aimed at you, prompting Sanji to turn to stare at his form.

You shook your head and frowned at him, continuing to wave your arms in front of your face.

“Don’t even start-,” you began, being cut off by more flattery.

“The angel of the east blue,” Patty spoke over you, “more beautiful than the shooting stars littering the sky!”

You brought your thumb and middle finger to your brow before raking your fingertips through the loose strands of your hair. Sanji’s eyes narrowed slightly at the stream of compliments flowing from the blue-haired chef.

“What happened?” you uttered reluctantly at his flattery. Patty dropped his hands from their pleading position and released a sigh, reluctantly removing the smile from his face.

“Cole slipped a disc in his back while walking down the steps last night,” Patty uttered through gritted teeth. You sighed slightly and frowned at the comment.

“Are you certain it’s a slipped disc? Not the fact that his fiancé was finally cleared to dock yesterday?” you growled at Patty. He flinched a little at your accusation, before uttering.

“Actually, he did seem more limber this morning,” he confirmed with a downturned smile, arching his eyebrows. You groaned and lay back into your reclined position after placing the fork on the side table alongside you finished plate.

“If Cole wants me to do his bar shift for him, he should be the one here grovelling for coverage,” you declared with frustration. Patty nervously laughed at your comment, turning to look at Sanji who had a look of complete displeasure on his features.

“You know what?” you suddenly said, sitting up from your reclining position, “the only way I will accept the shift tonight is if the almighty head chef Zeff himself saunters over here and tilts my head up with his index finger and whispers it to me like he would a lover. If those absolute improbable circumstances are completed, I’ll work the bar tonight.”

You slumped back into your seat with a large smile, knowing there was no way Zeff would come to you and flirt his way into having you complete a bar shift for him. Sanji snickered slightly at the thought. Patty excused himself from your presence and sculked back into the halls to where you assume he would go and ask another rostered off member of staff to complete tonight’s shift.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you turn down a shift,” Sanji said, collecting another cigarette from his jacket pocket.

“It’s been five months since I’ve had a proper rostered off day,” you shrugged your shoulders and slumped back into your chair and enjoying the warm rays of the sun shining into your body, “and that was the only thing I could think of to get Patty off my case. I have so much respect for Zeff, and I would never mean to disrespect him in any way. I’m sure Patty has run off to find someone else, anyway.” Sanji smiled in response.

“May I?” Sanji asked, gesturing to your bag to retrieve your lighter.

“Go right ahead, love,” you said, closing your eyes and placing your hands behind your head.

Suddenly your peaceful morning was again interrupted with a loud thump and heavy wooden slap echoing along the polished wooden floor of the hallway where Patty had retreated into moments earlier. Several other bellowing drumbeats could also be heard reverberating behind the thump and slap, alerting both Sanji and yourself to a few bodies approaching.

You snapped your eyes open and stood immediately alert, focusing your sights on the approaching figure of your head chef.

“Alright, pumpkin,” the chef declared, charging over to the place you were standing alongside Sanji, “I’ll play along.”

Your eyes immediately widened at the figure closing the distance between you. Several other chefs, including Patty and Carne were trailing closely behind him almost brimming with excitement.

“Sorry Chef?” you apologised as more of an indication of mishearing him, shock riddling your face. He closed the distance between your bodies, bringing himself uncomfortably close to your own. He reached his hand forward and hooked his index finger beneath your chin, lifting your gaze to focus on his eyes.

“I need you,” he whispered into your face with a hint of close intimacy, holding firm to your chin and pulling all of your focus into his gaze. He paused before he released your chin from his firm grip, “to work the bar tonight.”

You felt a blush creep up over your shocked features as your head chef stepped away from you.

“Y-yes chef,” you managed to stutter out from between your clenched teeth, eyes still standing wide in shock. He smirked slightly and brushed his hands over his apron, stepping away from your close proximity. The snickers of your coworkers were reverberating throughout the area, causing more waves of embarrassment to course over your body.

“I meant no disrespect, chef,” you called after him, suddenly. Zeff chuckled in response.

“I know, sweetheart,” he said, “couldn’t resist a challenge though. Get a move on, your shift starts in under an hour.”

He began to retreat back to the kitchen office before calling back over his shoulder; “and Cole was working a double tonight.”

You hung your head and grit your teeth at the shock of the fact your boss actually responded to your non-serious challenge. Your shock was broken by the full belly-laugh from the blonde sous chef next to you, prompting you to snap your gaze over to his. His eyes were closed as he flung his head back and released more of his unhinged laughter.

“Your face,” he managed to gasp out through his unrelenting chuckles, “you should’ve seen your face.”

You growled slightly at the comments made by your coworker.

“Yeah, well I didn’t think my words all the way through, did I?” you spat at him in mock anger. He continued to laugh at you, wiping a small collection of tears spent at your expense.

“I didn’t think the old man had that amount of charm in him,” he said once hunching himself over and wiping his palms over his knees to collect himself.

“To be fair, neither did I,” you replied, “for a second there, I almost caught feelings for the man.”

Sanji chuckled again and straightened himself up.

“Gee if that all it takes to charm you, I should’ve given that a go first. Didn’t need to go through all the trouble of making you breakfast,” he playfully flirted with you, nudging your shoulder with his own. You offered him a warm smile in response.

“Alright, enough playing,” you said, nudging him back, “I’ve got to go get changed out of all this and make myself presentable.”

“You’re always more than beautiful, princess,” Sanji commented at you with a playful smile.

“Hah-hah,” you responded sarcastically, “seriously, love. I’ve got to go get into my bloody uniform now. Customers await.”

You reached your hand up and patted his cheek affectionately.

“Thank you again for breakfast,” you expressed your gratefulness to him, “it was beautiful. We should do this more often.”

He widened his eyes at you and leant slightly into your touch before you turned on your way, returning to your crew quarters. His gaze trailed over you, eyes filling slightly with a small amount of want. Although partially exhausted, he was so glad he gave up his night to preparing a dish especially for you – especially as you released such beautiful sounds acknowledging how much you appreciated it.

He was absolutely going to make something more flavourful for you to hopefully pull more of those melodic sounds from your lips. If he can’t have you moaning his name while coupling with you in a romantic embrace, he was going to extract those illicit sounds from you the only other way he knew how: cooking.

Part 2

[keesdarlin]

☆// sidewalk rule (MDNI, 18+)

info! sodo ghoul / fluff + gender neutral reader

cw! n/a

notes! i hope this is accurate enough to his personality. forgive me, i wrote this at like 5am ;-;

sodo never thought that he would be a sidewalk rule kind of guy. never thought that he'd be the type to run around opening doors for someone or holding their hand as they stepped off a curb or offering up his jacket in the cold. because if he could take care of himself then, god dammit, his partner could too! but that was before he met you.

now things are a little different. he thinks you both can manage for a while. until you’re dressed up all pretty and perfect for a date the day after it’s rained. you’re content to be settled under sodo’s arm as you walk together until a car drives by and sends up water that almost splashes you. you don’t seem to mind it very much, just glad that your shoes are dry, but sodo find himself moving and scooting you so that you’re on the inside of the sidewalk and glares after the car.

opening doors for you starts casually at first, just a few here and there. you are his partner afterall. he has to spoil you sometimes. but the rushing around part takes a bit longer to develop. it starts with one instance. the two of you are out shopping and you have your hands full with all the things you insisted that you didn’t need help carrying. in a moment of paranoia of you dropping something he literally runs to get the door for you before you even have the change to try it for yourself. it’s worth is with the way you blush and scrunch up your nose to keep from smiling, so he keeps doing it. for every door. car doors, restaurant doors, elevator doors, you name it. you’ll scrunch up your nose and give a soft “thank you” every single time. the sight makes his chest feel a little ticklish. 

holding your hand while you step off a curb feels a little bit cliche for his liking. but one day the two of you are exploring the city during some free time just a few hours after some heavy rainfall and, again, there are puddles everywhere. you seem to be doing just fine. but then the two of you are trying to cross the street and there’s a puddle the size of texas just off the edge of the sidewalk and you’re wearing new shoes and he can’t resist the pout you give him. “but what if they get ruined?” you mutter softly. and you pull out the whole nine yards for it, too. the putty lip, the puppy dog eyes, the little faux sniffle.

so with a begrudging sigh, he holds his hand out for you. “fine.” the way you beam as you take his hand and hop across the puddle almost makes him wonder why he fought it so hard in the first place.

and the last thing sodo would ever do is give someone his jacket in the cold. how stupid is that! if it seems like it’s gonna be cold out just bring a jacket, what the fuck? he’d be caught dead before he offered up his sweater to some idiot who didn’t bring their own. but one night you’re all hanging out outside and it’s fairly chilly, cold enough that you can see your breath puff out with every exhale. and you’re standing beside sodo, uncharacteristically quiet, arms wrapped around yourself and muscles tense in an attempt to quiet the chattering of your teeth. you’re really trying to keep yourself warm, it seems, doing your best to ignore the frost in your joints and pay attention to whatever it is that phantom is saying. but sodo’s starting to feel like a bad boyfriend as he becomes more aware of the comfortable warmth of his own plush jacket. so he sighs and shrugs it off, wrapping it around your shoulders. “i told you to bring a jacket, idiot.”

“no, i’m okay. don’t-” you start, but he shuts you up with a glare. you opt for a meek “thank you” instead.

it only starts to feel rewarding when you begin to press into his side for the extra warmth and he deems it appropriate to wrap an arm around your shoulders.

and they said he didn’t have it in him to be a gentleman.

[germhammy]

“Back in Jericho- The Date pt 6”

There was a knock on the door.

Enid: oh! I’ll get the door

Opening the door Wednesday entered. Enid wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug. Wednesday just stood there.

Enid: hey? You okay?

Wednesday: I just want to go back to our dorm

Enid: Bianca? You okay with going back now?

Bianca: of course

Lou-Anne: Let me get my purse. Lucas, I’m taking the girls back to Jericho

The drive to Nevermore Academy was silent. Bianca thanked Lou-Anne for the ride as Enid and Wednesday walked to their dorm room in Ophelia Hall. Bianca walked to hers in Leland Hall.

Enid went to Wednesday’s side of the room and took out her sleeping clothes from her closet. She undid the laces of her dress

Enid: was it that bad?

Wednesday: just kind of pathetic. He just does not understand. First the drive to Burlington. Then being overdressed. Not me as much? As I just looked like a period performer or fancy dressed goth.

Enid: you did look beautiful -Wednesday was now putting on her clothes to sleep- I hope we can do something together that you can wear this dress again

Wednesday: yes. Perhaps Christmas? Or New Year’s? I can pay for you to come to my home and save your mother the trouble of having to pay for you. You can ride with me back here

Enid: -chuckling- oh yeah! Saving my mother money! She’s always good for that! One less kid to ship back

Thing appeared on the desk with the phone she texted Xavier with

Wednesday: has the fool been texting?

Thing: did you really leave him at the restaurant?

Wednesday: the fool did not have enough funds on his debit card to pay for the meal. He took money out at an ATM in Jericho. Did he not think to look at his balance?

Enid: you’re going to make him pay you back right?

Wednesday: of course I am.

Wednesday filled Thing and Enid on the details of the date. She handed the phone to Enid.

Wednesday: read the texts. I do not want to look at them

Enid: -scrolling back to the beginning of the day- OMG! He started texting at 5am! We didn’t even get up until what? Six?

Wednesday: more like seven

Enid starts reading-

-GOOD MORNING!!

-Hey there, short dark and stormy! You up?

-Wakey wakey, sleepy head

-hey. It’s 7am. How about you join me in the mess hall for breakfast?

- ::shirtless selfie::

Enid: ew. He sent a shirtless selfie -continues reading

-hey! It’s 10:30. You ready? I’m heading down to the shuttle stop

-see you soon gorgeous

Enid: -snickering- okay. Here comes the juicy part!!

-Wednesday! Where are you?

-Wednesday!! Are you fucking kidding me? Are you coming back?

-Wednesday! I’m trying to reach my father. He was supposed to have made a deposit!

-Wednesday! Damn it. Hey! You fucking bitch! Did you seriously just leave? Where are you?

-Wednesday! Are you still in the restroom? I’m trying my dad’s assistant. COME ON!

-Wednesday! Seriously. You can’t leave me like this!

-Wednesday!

-Wednesday, you are a bitch! You’re lucky I could get an Uber back

Enid: and that’s the last one.

Wednesday: text him for me. ‘Xavier. You owe me $360’

Wednesday hugged her girlfriend tightly

[cha-melodius]

Hello hello! Firstprince at a trashy American fast food or fast casual restaurant of your choice please!

(Idk if Waffle House counts as fast food or fast casual, but it had the right vibes. 😂 Thanks so much for the fun prompt, carrot!)

Infinitely Late at Night

(T, 2.7k, read below or on AO3)

Alex can’t pinpoint the first time he truly notices the man who sits at the third stool from the end of the counter. It’s almost as if he’s always been there, just outside of the periphery of Alex’s vision, until finally something about him sticks in Alex’s mind. Perhaps it’s that, from the back—which is how Alex mostly sees him—he’s not very notable. Tall, blond, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, wearing the most boring and nondescript clothes you could imagine. But then, one day, as Alex is taking a little break to stretch his back after hours of being hunched over a computer, his eyes catch on the man and he thinks: Huh.

There aren’t a lot of people who regularly come to this Waffle House in the wee hours of the night during the week, which is one of the reasons Alex likes it. There’s Joe, who comes in at 5AM the end of his overnight shift, and Cindy, who stops in around 2AM for a cup of coffee in between bus routes. Then there’s Alex, who started coming here during his first year of law school for all-night study or writing sessions, and who still finds his way here when he can’t sleep and needs to get out of his apartment. Which is regularly. He always camps out in the same booth in the front so he can watch the night sluggishly move by through the front window when he’s not working. There’s something comforting about the smell of frying bacon and waffle batter, and Pamela who works overnights always keeps his coffee topped up.

He likes his routine. He’s not expecting it to change.

Once he notices the new(?) blond man, though, he can’t seem to stop. The way he hums softly sometimes, snatches of melodies Alex can’t place. The curve of his full lips, just about the only things that are flushed with color on his otherwise pale face. His long, elegant fingers first, drumming idly on the countertop as he bends over a book to read, or curling around a ceramic mug. The lilt of his British accent when he exchanges a few words with Pamela. And once, Alex accidentally caught his gaze when he got up to leave, and he got briefly trapped in the most stunning pale blue eyes he’s ever seen. The man never eats anything, no matter how long he stays, only orders a cup of tea and leaves an enormous tip when he departs.

Alex is fascinated despite himself, even though everyone knows you mind our own goddamned business in the Waffle House at 3AM. Where did he come from? What is he doing here? Not even Pamela knows—he’s asked, on nights when the man hasn’t shown up—and Pamela knows everything.

Then, one day Alex is coming back from the bathroom and not paying attention to where he’s going, and his shoulder collides with a very solid body. The mystery guy barely moves, but he lets out an oof as Alex bounces off of him, only narrowly keeping his feet.

“Fuck, sorry man,” Alex apologizes, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he stares. He’d known the man was tall, but it still surprises him how far he has to look up into those startled blue eyes. Up close, he seems to be about Alex’s age, though it’s very hard to say. There aren’t any obvious creases marking his skin, but there’s something that feels oddly ancient in the man’s gaze. Mesmerizing, even when his eyes drop to follow the movement of Alex’s tongue. Alex feels caught in it.

Something had hit the ground when they’d bumped into each other, and Alex finally tears his eyes away and looks down to find a worn leather notebook on the floor. It falls open when he picks it up, the pages full of dense, elegant cursive in an unusual red-brown ink, but he doesn’t have a chance to look at it closely before the man snatches it away, holding it close to his chest with clear alarm.

“That’s mine,” he says sharply, his eyes wide.

“I know,” Alex replies carefully. “Just picking it up for you. Y’know, since I was the reason it was on the floor.”

The man swallows. “Right. Thank you.”

“I’m Alex,” Alex says, sticking out his hand. Perhaps predictably, given his odd behavior, the man just stares at it. “You’re a regular now, huh? I’ve seen you around.”

The man blinks slowly, making no move to shake Alex’s hand, and Alex is just about to drop it and give it up for good when he finally reaches out. His hand is soft and cool to the touch, his neatly trimmed nails standing in contrast to Alex’s bitten-down ones.

“Henry,” the man says. “I just moved here a month ago.”

“Night owl, or night shift?”

Henry hesitates. “A bit of both, I suppose,” he answers after another few beats. “I do work nights.”

“Better than just not sleeping,” Alex laughs self-deprecatingly.

“Perhaps if you didn’t consume coffee at quite that rate,” Henry says with a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, which surprises him. Alex hadn’t realized Henry had been noticing him, too.

Alex grins. “Everyone’s a critic.” He lets a moment of silence pass; the faint clatter of dishes filters out from the kitchen. “You were heading out?”

Henry nods. “My next shift.”

“I’ll let you go, then,” he says, even though he wants to ask doing what. Henry didn’t offer, and he’s not pushy enough to ask. Yet. “See you around, Henry.”

~~~~~

He does see Henry around after that, quite a bit. Sometimes they just exchange greetings and stick to their own business. Sometimes Henry sits with him in his booth, after Alex invited him one time and it became a bit of an irregular habit until eventually Henry sits with him more often than not. He learns that Henry is a year older than him and he’s been living in the US for a while, but only recently moved to Texas. That he came here to escape the family business and ended up in it anyway—though Alex doesn’t find out what that business is.

He also learns that Henry is witty and smart and really fucking charming. When he fixes Alex in that pale blue gaze of his, it’s like nothing else exists in the world. Alex is, for lack of a better word, entranced. He wants to spend more time with Henry. Get to know him. Kiss the coy smile off those full, pink lips.

“Hey, uh,” Alex ventures one evening, fidgeting restless in his nervousness. “You ever do things in the daytime? Like, maybe we could have a normal meal together? Go for a walk?”

Henry smiles at him, an odd wistfulness to the slant of it. “Not usually, no. I mostly sleep during the day.”

The thing is, Alex is also pretty sure Henry is a vampire.

Vampires aren’t real, of course. Everyone knows that. But the list of evidence Alex compiles is pretty damning. Extremely pale skin. Only active at night. Never eats regular food. Seductive as all hell. Preternatural reflexes���Alex once saw him catch a falling teacup at a speed that shouldn’t be humanly possible. Sometimes talks like he’s from an earlier century. And more than once, there have been little dark splatters on his clothes. Henry said it was ink, but it could have been blood.

Alex doesn’t want to think about why none of this seems to matter to his interest in Henry. Maybe it’s Henry’s vampire mind control powers. Maybe it’s just Alex’s tendency towards shitty self-preservation. Regardless, Alex still wants him. Wonders how to broach the subject. Hey, just so you know, I’m a blood donor. That’s probably too cheesy. He’s workshopping it.

For now, they spend time together, and Alex catalogs every time Henry’s gaze lingers on his hands, or on his body, or on his lips.

Alex is pretty sure Henry wants him, too. Hopefully, for more than just a meal.

~~~~~

Their visits to the Waffle House don’t always overlap. Alex isn’t there every night, and some nights, Henry doesn’t show. Alex tries not to worry. They’ve never exchanged phone numbers because they see each other so regularly. It’s not lost on him that Henry could just disappear and Alex wouldn’t know how to find him again, but he still hasn’t gotten up the nerve to ask. He’d need a reason, wouldn’t he? And every time he tries to suggest they do something else outside of sitting at a Waffle House in the middle of the night, Henry brushes him off.

It’s fine. He’s perfectly happy like this.

It’s nearly 4AM, which means Henry’s most likely not showing, and Alex decides to call it a night. He’ll go home and scrape together a few hours of sleep, then come back tomorrow. So what if he’s getting less sleep than ever before because he doesn’t want to miss the chance of seeing Henry at the Waffle House? He’s managing.

By this time of night, the air has lost all of its lingering heat, but somehow it feels closer than it did when he came in. The sounds of traffic from the highway nearby are muffled, and everything is unnaturally still. Alex picks up the pace as he heads toward his car, hunching over a little as his hand tightens on his satchel.

“Alex.”

Alex’s steps falter and he looks over his shoulder, but there’s no one there. “H?” he calls out. “Is that you?”

A shadow moves near the rear of the building, slowly resolving into the shape of a person. Tall, lanky, broad shoulders. His face is shadowed, but the harsh streetlights cast a glow around the edges of his pale hair. It’s gotta be Henry, because no one else matching that description should know his name. At least not anyone who’d be at a Waffle House at 4AM. 

“Anyone ever tell you it’s kinda creepy to hang out in the dark?” Alex asks with a nervous laugh as he takes a few steps closer, glancing over his shoulder into the darkness pressing in around them. “What’re you doing out here?”

The man-who-might-be-Henry doesn’t move, and Alex keeps approaching, drawn in despite the warning bells going off in his head. Something pulls him in, inevitably and inexorably, and his feet move without his permission until he stops in front of Henry—or, not Henry, because when the man finally looks up his eyes are completely black in the low light, and his mouth is hard and cruel as it splits into a vicious grin.

“Waiting for a meal,” he growls in a voice full of gravel and nails.

With a speed that definitely isn’t human, his hand darts out and closes in the front of Alex’s shirt, hauling him nearly off his feet as he swings around toward the building. The back of Alex’s head slams into the brick wall when he’s shoved up against it, and he gasps as stars burst in his vision. Trying to blink them away, he struggles against the man’s hold, but the single hand might as well be pressing with a thousand pounds against his chest.

“Mm,” the man hums, leaning in close to Alex’s neck as his other hand comes up to press just above Alex’s collarbones, icy cold where they dig into soft flesh. “He’s always had good taste, I’ll give him that.”

Alex digs his fingernails into the unyielding wrist, choking as his vision swims. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a flash of gleaming white. Fangs.

So vampires are fucking real. Alex would feel vindicated if he wasn’t scared absolutely shitless. Fuck, if he gets himself turned undead, June’s never going to let him hear the end of it—

The vampire jerks backward, as if struck by an invisible blow. A second later, Alex realizes that he wasn’t struck but dragged away by another person. Tall. Blond. Blue eyes almost glowing in the low light. And absolutely covered in blood that’s spraying everywhere as he draws a gleaming knife across the vampire’s neck. A horrible gurgling keen pierces the night for a split second, only to be cut off when Henry drives a wooden stake up under the vampire’s ribs and into his heart.

The only sound that breaks the dreadful silence that follows is the ragged sound of Alex’s breathing.

“What,” he croaks out, “the fuck.”

Henry kneels by the vampire’s supine form, an odd sort of regretful expression on his face. “I’ve been hunting him for a long time,” he mutters before he glances up at Alex again. “You’ll want to look away for this part.”

Alex doesn’t need to be told twice, nor does he let himself think about what Henry might be doing back there. He hums to himself to drown out any sounds, staring up at the stars, until he feels a gentle hand brush his shoulder.

“I thought they turned to dust when you staked them?” Alex asks. The vampire’s boots are just visible out of the corner or his eye.

“A common myth,” Henry says, a little wryly. “Are you all right, love?”

Alex clears his throat and narrowly resists reaching up to touch his own neck as the endearment lands squarely in the middle of his chest and sends out warm fingers that chase away the lingering chill from the vampire’s grip. “Fine,” he says. “Though it’s possible I have a mild concussion? I don’t know how else to explain what just happened. Are you some kind of vampire hunter?”

“Monsters, more broadly. Vampires are the most common, though.” Henry gives a small, humorless laugh. “The family business.”

“Fuck,” Alex says. “I just thought y��all were in, like, marketing or something.”

“You thought I worked nights… in marketing?” Henry asks dubiously.

“I didn’t really think about it that hard, ok?” Alex huffs. “Can we go back to the part where you saved me from a vampire?”

Henry’s face crumples. “I’m sorry, Alex. I should have known he’d go after you.”

“Hey,” Alex says gently, “it’s not your fault.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Henry says, his lips twisting bitterly. “He had a penchant for turning people that I… care about. I think he liked the sport of it. It’s part of why I’ve not let myself get too close to anyone in years.”

“Oh,” Alex breathes as the implications of all of that sink in. “You care about me.”

Henry gives him a look like he’s being ridiculous. “To a rather dangerous degree, as it turns out. I nearly got you killed. Or worse.”

Alex moves before he even knows what he’s doing, grabbing Henry on both sides of his face and hauling him into a bruising kiss. It’s a little awkward because of the angle and the fact that Henry freezes, but a second later he’s kissing Alex back just as desperately. He does not, however, put his hands anywhere on Alex’s body, which is as disconcerting as it is disappointing.

“Why aren’t you touching me, baby?” Alex nearly whines, his lips still brushing Henry’s. He’s shaking now, whether from the adrenaline crash or the terror of realizing how close he came to death finally catching up to him is hard to say, but he’s pretty sure he’s going to die if he allows more than an inch of space between them right now.

Henry makes a sound like he’s been wounded. “I’m covered in blood, darling,” he protests, though he punctuates it with another kiss. “Don’t want to get it on you.”

“I don’t care about the fucking blood, hold me, please—”

Turns out, there’s nothing in the world that feels better than being wrapped up in Henry’s strong arms.

~~~~~

“I can’t believe you thought I was a vampire.”

“C’mon, baby. You kinda fit the profile.”

“Only because the entirety of your knowledge of vampires comes from films.”

“And Buffy.”

“Oh, of course. An unassailable source. Why on Earth do I put up with this?”

“Because you love me?”

“Mm.” Henry kisses him, soft and slow. “That must be it.”

[brandogenius]

Helloo, I know I havent been so interactive as of recently but uni has me by the throat and I am pretty sure I failed a final even tho I studied so hard for it so not feeling very well.

Would love to see a blurb or headcannons of Julien or the boys in general comforting ya!reader after a tough exam.

-🦝

hi racoon!!! you don’t need to explain to me why you haven’t been interactive! i totally understand! you gotta put yourself first before anything

i hope youre doing very well :( maybe you didn’t. we gotta have some hope. you studied really hard for the final exam and it’ll be worth it!!

don’t stress yourself out my love :(🫶🫶 you did the best and that’s all you can do. i’m sure your grades will be great and you’ll pass that final with flying colours! i believe in you and am proud of you very much!🫶🫶🩷🩷💝💝💝💓💘💖💞💞💖💖💘💗 ily!

if you ever need- my dms are open if you need to talk or ramble :)

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BLURB - julien & younger artist! reader - comforting them through an exam (short)

- ya attending college virtually while touring. taking days off to study while working around being on tour. having to fly back to attend the exam physically. thankfully there was a few days of no shows in between the exam so julien flew back with you

- getting more familiar and comfortable with the boys was good. julien guiding you through the airport. she knew it like the back of her hand.

- staying at your parents house while you’re there. your parents were out for the week while you were there but let them know you and julien would be staying. you going back to your bedroom and julien taking the guest room

- being able to show julien around your small town that evening. getting dinner at your local restaurant before going back to studying in the living room, flashcards scattered around you.

- “probably should call it an early night? your exam starts at like 9am?” julien already starting to collect the cards, shuffling them back into the small folder and trying to lead you to your bedroom. “i’ll wake you up around 7am? i’ll have breakfast made and drop you go college. just ring me when you’re finished i’ll collect you”

- not even sleeping that well / not being able to get enough / a good decent sleep that night. just a lot of stress. you’ve been doing tour dates after your dates. you’re worried. what if you could’ve used that time to study?

- julien sticking to her word. knocking on the bedroom door, pulling the curtains open and waking you up at exactly 7:01am. it was a bit different than on a tour bus, and not having phoebe slamming the bunk curtains open while blasting songs in your ear at 5am but it was better.

- not really a morning person, you get ready and head down to the kitchen where jb is after making some fruit. “we could go get coffee after your exam? should be over by 12? get some lunch and pack. our flight is for 7am tomorrow”

- jb dropping you off to college but you’re hesitant on going. flashcards and study notes gripped FIRMLY in your hands. julien going on her of her little rambles about how this is just one exam. you’re packing the notes into your folder, leaving them on the seat and waving goodbye to julien.

- jb getting that msg to come collect you. she wasn’t expecting to see you crying outside the college. unlocking the door for you and she’s immediately concerned. passing tissues to ya and is like “i’m not gonna drive until you tell me what’s wrong”

- ya being like “i’m pretty sure i just failed that exam-“ and you start to cry harder, unable to get any words out. julien taking off her seatbelt and just hugging you like “no no- kid. that’s not true. you studied so hard for that exam don’t say that”

- young artist sitting there like “no- i got a couple wrong i know it. i’m gonna fail-“ and julien’s like >:((( about to go into the college to shout at the examiner for what? she doesn’t know but she’s gonna anyway

- “it’s just one exam- you’ve been studying for a month kid. you barely talked to me yesterday you were studying! you’re gonna pass it. so what you got a few wrong? you got most of them right huh?” and you’re nodding you’re head like yeah. and jb is like “yeah so i know you’re gonna pass 100%”

- just being comforted by julien made ya feel a little bit better. they never really had anyone to comfort them so it was nice to be comforted by someone they now considered a big sister / big sibling model in their life.

- “sorry for like.. crying into your shirt” “don’t even worry about it kid. how about lunch?”

[springgirlwaiting4fall]

Request and Idea by: @princessmermaid1289

The Lazy Day with Cash Wheeler

The Florida sun warms your face. The heat and bright light waking you up. It was a beautiful way to awake; especially since this past week your alarm was going off at 5am due to having the early shift at work. You check your phone ignoring the unseen emails and texts. Its past 10 your smile grows bigger. Your boyfriend ‘wait,’ your brain corrects yourself, ‘your fiancé.’ Cash should have already went to the gym and cleaned up. Now that you are fully awake you hear him downstairs in the kitchen.

You look down at your gorgeous ring on you left hand. Life had been a whirlwind since you became engaged. So busy that today is the first day in weeks that you two have nothing to do except enjoy each other’s company.

Cash is standing in front of the stove a pan of bacon frying. You stand behind him and kiss his bare shoulder and whisper “Morning.”

He turns around licks his lips. “Baby, you drive me crazy when I see you in my clothes.” You are in his Bret Hart t-shirt Cash wore last night and a pair of panties. He easily lifts you up and places you on top of the kitchen island. Cash stands between your legs. “Are you purposely trying to distract me?” He doesn’t let you answer. He kisses you slowly his tongue licks your lips before you open his mouth for him, Cash pulls away and whispers “morning beautiful,” before placing kisses on the shell of your ear, ear lobe, neck, and collarbone. You are getting lost in Cash’s affection, but he wisely pulls away, so a grease fire doesn’t start. Hopping down from the counter you open the fridge, ready to help cook.

The lovable bulldog Pawla follows you two out onto the backyard patio for breakfast. The morning turns into the early afternoon as you two spoil your furbaby with all the love and playtime dog could want. When Paula finds a perfect spot in the grass for sunbathing Cash takes your hand and leads you to the hammock. He lays down first and cuddles your whole body when you join him. His legs cross over yours and Cash whispers how much he loves you, and how he needed this lazy day with just you, and how he would go insane without you in his life. Together you look online at different stores to use for your wedding registry. That leads into dreaming and planning your actual wedding day. Before you know it Cash has drifted off to sleep and you join him for a nap.

The nap reenergizes you. Kissing Cash on his temple, before rolling off the hammock, your fiancé has been going nonstop for weeks, so you let him sleep. You call for Pawla who happily follows you into the house.

Turning on your favorite podcast you walk into the kitchen. The breakfast is easy to clean up. Looking at the time you see it’s past lunch, and you know Cash is going to be starving when he wakes up. You decide to order from an Italian restaurant, it’s a little fancier than your normal go to delivery place, but today feels special. After ordering you begin to make cupcakes. When the timer dings for the pan to come out of the oven, Cash walks in.

“Smells good.” Cash kisses your lips. “Taste good too.”

You smirk. “You taste good too,” licking your lips. The doorbell rings causing Cash to groan. “That’s our food. How about you get the door and I’ll get the plates.”

You set the cupcakes on the cooling rack knowing tonight Cash will help you frost and decorate each one while you two watch a movie.

The food is spread out on the dining table. Cash takes the plates and silverware from your hand and sets everything down, while you go back into the kitchen grabbing drinks.

Cash holds your chair our and pushes you towards the table. He sits down and grabs his glass. “To us.”

“Forever,” you add. Clinking your glasses together and sealing the toast with a kiss.

[dragonridernoobie]

How UnderFellPapyrus acts when he meets somone they like/love

My request are still open!

💫Friend Faze💫

OK, like with underfell Sans, gaining his trust will be hard to do.

Harder then sans trust.

When you guys first meet, expect him to talk down to you.

He sees humans as worthless things.

Even if Frisk has freed them and showed them kindness.

To gain his trust, I believe you would need to do cooking with him.

Doing cook and showing how strong you are and he might change his opinion on you.

Only a little bit tho.

Remember, tho, if you are lazy like his brother, you will have a harder time befriending him.

When you guys finally have a friendship going, expect him to be on you 24/7.

You're his fist real friend, of course, and he wants you to be in the best of shape.

They might not be in the underground anymore but the world is still dangerous.

I can imagine your guyses friendship as a hold married couple or passive-aggressive.

Like, you guys would say some mean shit to each other but then you guys make up in private.

This dude is fucking stubborn. If you don't want to work out or anything, this dude will keep pressuring you to do so intel you agree to join him on his 5am run.

💘Crush Faze💘

When he realized he had a crush on you, he felt sick.

Not because he hates you or anything but because he was a nervous wreck.

He might act like a dangerous dude, but alot of things go thru his head.

So this tough man, who has been in the royal guard, seen some shit, and not afraid to run from a fight, his freaking out on the inside.

All because he is pushed into a new situation he has no idea how to deal with.

He can't fight it, he can't run from it, he can't get rid of it.

So his only way of dealing with it is sealing it off.

So he starts to be an asshole to you.

You are hurt by this, but you don't understand why he has this sudden change in behavior.

After pushing him and corning him, he finally gives up and tells.

I can tell you this man will act tough saying that "it's an honor to have him liking you" and more.

You had to cover his mouth and yell at him.

You where angry that he kept this from you but at the end, you returned his feelings.

You might be wondering what caused him to realize he had a crush on you.

It was when you guys where making g food and you tried one of his deserts.

When you squealed in surprised and felt happy eating it, he never saw something so cute.

💕Dating Faze💕

When you guys started to date, he was always by you're side.

He wanted his DateMate safe.

Even tho he knows you can defend yourself, he dosent want to take any chances.

He pretty much you're knight.

He will spoile you with foods he cooks.

He will buy you flowers and chocolate.

He is the royal guard and will spoile you the best he can.

Even tho you don't have a lot of money or you don't know what to get him.

If you get him something that you think he might like and he dosent like it. He will still act like he loves it.

He loves watching you smile brightly.

He keeps everything in his closet.

In public, he is the scary guy near you.

No one comes near you

But in private, he is at you're mercy.

He is such a lovable guy.

He will use his magic to scare off any guy that DARES to hit or flirt with you.

He will make fun of you from time to time if you are alot shorter then him.

He will take you out on very, very, very, fancy restaurants for dinners.

He will be there for you when he's upset and you will be there for him.

I can see him willing to kill for you.

Just name the person and the place, that person is FUCKING dead.

🚫NSFW Faze🚫

Like I said, this man is romantic.

He will set the mood.

He loves taking his time with you, with NO distractions.

This man isn't completely kinky but he dose have some kinks.

He is into bondage, collars, edging, marking, and praising.

This man's dick size is huge!

He is packing a whole 9 inches.

He might not be big in gurth, but by lanth

His aftercare is spot on, so expect a heating pad, snacks, water, etc.

If you ever end up with with bite marks or more.

He ask you to wear them proudly.

And in the open, so everyone can see that you are taken.

He will make you wear his scarf if people don't stop hitting on you.

So his scent is on you.

UnderSwap Sans will be next!!!!

[sugdenlovesdingle]

WIP Wednesday *just pretend there is a cool header here*

thanks for tagging me @sznofthesticks @carlos-in-glasses @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

no pride fic this week (that's still in the works though!) but a little something that's been knocking around my head forever and i finally started writing at about 5am today and may or may not go anywhere.

Have some soft tarlos in NYC.

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"Feels weird to be back here." TK said, staring out the window to the city below.

"Good weird? Or bad weird?" Carlos asked, coming to stand behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist.

TK sighed and leaned back in his embrace.

"I don't know. Weird weird." He took a minute to collect his thoughts while Carlos dropped a small kiss in his neck. "When dad dragged me to Austin... the only thing I wanted was to come back here one way or another. I begged my mom to help me keep my apartment. I even tried to get my old captain to take me back on..."

"Old captain? I thought you'd always worked with your dad?"

TK shook his head.

"No, when I first got out of the academy I wanted to do everything on my own. I even tried to get my name changed to Morgan so people wouldn't know I was Owen Strand's son."

"So really, you've been giving personnel departments of the nation's fire departments headaches with name changes since the academy?" Carlos teased.

"Shut up." TK laughed and softly elbowed him in the stomach. "The last name change was your idea, remember? Mister Reyes-Strand."

"It was worth the paperwork and the hassle." Carlos vowed. "I like having the same name as you. Let the world know you're mine and I'm yours."

"Marriage made you a sap." TK said but turned his head for a kiss.

They stood and watched the city for a while from the window of the hotel room Gwyn had insisted on booking for them as belated wedding present.

"You know, the restaurant where I proposed to Alex is just a few blocks from here."

"Is it?"

"Yeah, just a few blocks south. One or two stops on the subway I think. If it's still there..."

"Hmm... Are you hungry?" Carlos asked, and much to TK's disappointment, let go of him to look for something in his suitcase.

"I guess I could eat... We could go to that place on Spring Street, if you want to go out. It's not far from here." TK suggested, trying to keep up with his husband's train of thought.

"Maybe tomorrow." Carlos replied and pulled his t-shirt over his head and put on a dress shirt. "Is this ok?"

"For what?"

"Making new memories."

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I'm so so so late to the party (as usual) so I'm sure everyone's already done this... so open tag for anyone who (still) wants to share something!

[hobaworld7]

BTS Reaction - Your first date

disclaimer : BTS doesn't belong to me.This is just an imagine, my scenarios and BTS as characters.

ENJOY MY LOVE!

JIN

Jin is absolutely a gentleman.

Holding the door, pulling your chair, like EVERYTHING.

He will easily make you comfortable with his jokes.

Telling you a lot how beautiful you are.

He would go to your apartment, giving you flowers and driving you to a super nice restaurant.

He's really mature and it shows.

I feel like he would be a hopeless romantic.

SUGA

I feel like Yoongi would love more cozy dates.

As you're interested in music he would invite you in his studio.

Order your favorite food for delivery.

He would listen to you like you're the most important thing.

He will probably sings some songs too.

Then you would go to his place because it was getting late.

Watch a movie and cuddle a lot.

Probable sleep together too

I feel like he's the kind of guy to sleep with the girl at the first date too

NAMJOON

He would organize an amazing first date!

Something artsy like museum, painting, ceramic or anything else.

He would then walk around the city with you.

You would go to your favorite restaurant, grab some food to go and drinks and go enjoy it in the nearest park.

He would be so sweet with you!

Holding the doors for you.

You would walk past a plant store and he would buy you one instead of the typical flowers.

He would then walk you home and kiss you on the cheek.

J-HOPE

J-Hope would be so sweet on your first date.

He would buy you some flowers, probably tulips because they are different from the typical roses.

He would've bring you at his dance studio because you love to dance and that's how you met.

You would dance all night, joke and talk.

He would have cook a meal and bring it in some thermos so you could enjoy.

And he would've bought a cake too.

He would kiss you before you leave.

Like a romantic kiss, as we see in the movies.

JIMIN

Jimin would be the kind of guy to invite you on a double date with one of the member and his girlfriend.

He would invite you to a fancy brunch place on a Sunday morning.

But he told you he would be there at 5am so he can gets you to the most perfect spot to see the sunrise over Seoul.

So after that sunrise and talking a lot together you would go to this fancy brunch restaurant.

A lot of mimosa.

He would put his hand on your thigh.

When it would be time to go home, he would kiss you before you open your apartment door.

And because of the alcohol and the attraction you would probably invite him over.

Definitely a sex-on-the-first-date kind of guy but still really sweet and romantic.

TAEHYUNG

He would invite you on a casual date.

Going to a coffee shop or a restaurant.

He would give you some roses and chocolates too.

After the date, you would walk over the Han river.

He would use the excuse to show you his dog to get you at his place.

You would watch a movie, cuddling a lot.

You would probably end the night both naked in the living room, making love.

JUNGKOOK

He would invite you over.

He would cook your favorite meal.

On the table, roses and candles.

He would be a gentleman. Maybe a little shy.

You would watch a movie after the diner.

He wants to hug you so you would lay on him, watching the television.

You will probably finish the night in his bed, naked.

HOPE YOU LIKE IT, SEND YOUR REQUEST!

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If you want to read more, here is the link of my masterlist : https://www.tumblr.com/kimtaehyung-taetae-writing/710423978560421888/masterlist?source=share

thank you army!

[quills-of-freedom]

Mikasa Ackerman relationship, vibe & various ~

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💥

👄

👸

🧜🏻‍♀️

🏃‍♀️

🚵‍♂️

🧘‍♀️

🦄

🌸

🌷

🌼

🍒

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🎡

☔

Moody, quiet and reserved on the outside - a beautiful complex puzzle of emotions on the inside; Mikasa Ackerman is one of the most loving, loyal people on the planet. If you land her affections, you’re one hell of a lucky person.

Mikasa in an AU is most certainly a vegetarian or vegan, she’s far too aware or “woke” as the kids like to say these days, of her surroundings and loves nothing more than to silently protest against animal cruelty and other ethical concerns.

Random headcannon here, but whether it’s her superior Ackerman genes or whatever, Mikasa has the softest skin you’ll ever have the honour of touching. Seriously, it’s like satin silk and cotton. Also her hair health is out of this world.

Ideal Dates

Mikasa is pretty reserved, so somewhere quiet would be her ideal location for getting to know you better. Not the movies, or a crowded restaurant, but somewhere with low volume where you can talk easily.

Getting close to Mikasa is only for the patient. And not the; “I’ll be patient until I’ve had enough” type. It takes months for her to open up her emotions, never mind her body.

So if you have the energy, tenderness and open mindedness then you deserve her undying love, because believe me it is undying. Easy come, easy go. Mikasa is the epitome of extreme solid relationship foundations.

When she can relax around you more you’ll see more and more of that gorgeous, yet rare, smile. But the closer you get, the more it appears. A picnic in the park with her in a beautiful sundress would be the scenery where she realises, maybe you’re not just going to up and leave like everyone else seems to do.

Sharing ice-cream, milkshakes and fries are a common occurrence, so don’t be one of those douches who refuse to share food. It’s adorable when she boops your nose with an ice-cream finger, so just deal with it.

Modern AU

Mikasa is an active person, so she would be into sports such as soccer, basket ball or whatever activities are going on around her area. She has a liking for tennis as she gets to eat strawberries after, as in the English Wimbledon trope.

Mikasa also takes martial arts lessons with Annie, they bonded pretty well over it in an AU. We still never see who is better than who though, unfortunately. Connie has a theory that if they ever clashed fists, the universe would unfold in itself and reality would dissolve.

Since I mentioned earlier that she is most probably a veggie, Mikasa relies on power packed protein bars and shakes for her energy in her active life. She is one of those who wakes up at 5am for a morning jog too. It helps bring her clarity and it supports her mental well-being.

She has social media but rarely posts anything. She lurks sometimes but the apps aren’t opened often.

Mikasa can get jealous but it’s only before she’s not feeling stable in where you two lie. If you’re just starting to see each other, she can turn into the green-eyed monster pretty easily. But once you’re going steady, since she wouldn’t ever share herself with someone who 110% deserves her, she would have total trust in you. But that doesn’t mean she still doesn’t get annoyed if someone tried it on with you.

Uses milk soap. If she’s vegan and not just vegetarian, she uses this man-made honey scrub. Both smell so good.

Has a soft spot for kids, so you’ll likely see her volunteering for a children’s charity or taking baby sitting jobs.

NSFW

Oh boy.

Okay so, with all that waiting and the sheer amount of emotion that now pours from you both for the other, the first time is so mind-blowingly explosive, it won’t last two minutes.

She’ll cum pretty much from you playing with her breasts. Mikasa’s erogenous zone are these gorgeous, soft breasts. After so much kissing and hand-roaming after wanting you for all this time, her panties are soaked through. Her face will blush and she’ll squirm under your mercy, pleading for you not to stop as she sobs your name and clings onto you for dear life. You and you alone make her feel this good as no one ever has before. You have much exploring to do.

Tight. Oh, so beautifully tight.

Light pink, neat and just perfect. Tastes sweet too.

Amazing stamina, can ride you for hours. One of her favourite things to do is slowly ride you into the night as you softly play with her breasts. She’s been needing you all day and now she finally has you.

Your name frequently leaves her lips in moaned whispers, her eyes begging for you to somehow hold her even closer.

Intimacy girl. She likes sex best in private, cosy places.

Loves to please you. She’ll perform oral sex on you as much as you’d like. You deserve it, after all. You waited about a year for her to open her legs.

Kinks

I would say Mikasa is sort of vanilla when it comes to sex but certainly not in a boring or negative way. She adores slow, passionate love-making with you, being raw and vulnerable with the person she loves.

Service / praise kink. Make her feel cherished, loved and adored and she'll have you in her heart forever. Compliment her, shower her with affection and she'll more than want you in-between her most intimate area.

She can praise you too, but she's just shy with it and its difficult for her to find the words she needs; just be patient, she'll get there.

Anything to do with her breasts. She's recently discovered (with you) that she can orgasm from breast play alone, so anything to do with those is a yes.

Cockwarming. Pushing yourself deep within her and praise her lovingly will result in her cuming even without you having to move.

Aftercare

Mikasa is one of the most caring people you’ll ever meet. She loves being held close after sex, falling asleep as you whisper how much you love her and how you’d do anything to protect her.

If you gave her an amazing smashing, once she’s back down to earth she’ll massage your sore muscles, which usually only ends up in her somehow sitting on your cock/strap again.

Mikasa is a feeder. She will never see you go hungry. Food after sex for her King/Queen is a must.

Dates 10/10

Thoughtfulness 10/10

Affection 8/10

Sex 10/10

Aftercare 10/10

[pettyrevenge-base]

Want to block my driveway, officer? It's gonna be another minute or two on coffee.

About a decade ago,  I worked an early morning shift at a fast food restaurant. We opened at 6am, so I had to be at work at 5am.

I would leave my house at about 445am every morning. My management was pretty relaxed about the opening shift. Clocking in up to 10 minutes late wasn't really an ordeal, as long as you showed up ready to go.

I came outside at 445 to find that a local police officer has pulled someone over and is now blocking my driveway.

This has happened before, but normally in the afternoon, and normally I just ask the officer to move forwards or back a couple of feet and then I pull in or out of the driveway. No sweat.

This officer, however, angrily informs me that I will have to wait till he's done. I snap a picture of his car, text it to my manager and explain my tardiness.

40 minutes later, the police officer FINALLY moves. I scramble into the car and head to work. I get there 15 minutes before we open. I frantically start to brew tea, fetch ice, having to condense my 50 minute routine into 15. I almost forgot to brew coffee.

Opening time rolls around, and the first group of customers come in. It's a group of our local police officers, led by the captain.  I guess they're about to do a shift change.  One of the officers in the group is the one who blocked my driveway.

Anyway, the Captain orders coffee, and I regretfully inform him that there's a five minute wait on coffee because I got to work extremely late. Captain asks why, so I pulled out my phone and explained that one of his officers blocked my driveway for 45 minutes for a routine traffic stop.

Captain proceeds to chew out that officer in front of all of his colleagues and exclaims that nothing short of a life or death emergency should block my driveway if it will interfere with him getting his morning coffee.

It was never blocked again. And the Captain always got his coffee at 6am, without interruption.

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

[thehazbins]

OOC // It has been.... a day. Sorry, I usually try to keep things chill and fine but man I started crying because Applebee's got my order wrong. Today has been so full of bullshit, I genuinely hope tomorrow goes better or I'm gonna lose my shit. If you wanna read about my day- feel free to proceed. I won't be upset if you don't though.

First off, I couldn't sleep well last night. I fell asleep at like 5am? Woke up at 11 so I got alright sleep but it was not what I wanted. But that was fine. Didn't get time to grab breakfast before leaving for work since my partner was picking up, there was a whole car thing. But I think okay, sure.

I go to order breakfast from this fruit bowl place I like, for a solid 10 minutes door dash is saying "Pick up only." Which is annoying. Eventually it fixes and I go back, debating the restaurant but decide fuck it- I'll do the fruit bowl place. They messed up the order a few times but I was like surely I'll be better this time.

Wrong. I asked for no pineapple, extra banana. Usually this is no issue. Cheaper for them in fact. They left the pineapple, and removed the banana. This is the second fucking time. Like at least give me the regular amount of banana. Come the fuck on.

So it's fine. It's my coworkers last day at the shop so I ask him to make me a drink. A final coffee made my him before he calls it quits. Sure. Makes sense. If you saw my post earlier, you know where this is going.

He goes to leave, the coffee grinder goes weird and I have him come back and fix it since he hadn't gotten out the door. I go on about the day. Answer some questions then go over to the coffee bar and go to make a mocha. It's sticking a little weird so I get tired of the super pumping of it and grab it to clean it out. A actual small plume of green comes out of it. I just stare and pull it out. The whole length of the pump and inside of the bottle is coated in mold. So the drink I had... had that.

I basically just panic for the rest of the day. Which wasn't long but thankfully my partner was very kind and came in and chatted with me and helped me out while I cleaned. I just tossed the whole thing of chocolate sauce.

I get home, cool. We're gonna play a game a bit. I work on replies a bit then we get playing and there's no real moment to. Okay that's fine. Then we get this REALLY fun lucky break, we finish one of the events, and the world changes- so NO ONE knows we just did it. The treasure room is open too. Fuck yeah now we have an extra key. We don't know if we can unlock another but hell we're gonna try. So we grab shit annnnd then we get fucking jumped and obliterated by a PVP guy. We get one win and sell two of the more expensive items we have but that's about all we could manage.

So we're frustrated, go back to try to get revenge and the PVP guys just kill us again and we're like okay fuck off. And just- leave. Decide to hop out of the game. Dinner time, we're both hungry. We go cool we had plenty of left overs of katsu left.

JK roommates ate it all for lunch.

I'm so frustrated and trying not to be upset at roommates, it was really just like ANOTHER thing it wasn't a big deal. My partner goes. "Let's order something you want. Make the day better." So it's too late for what I really want but I settle for applebees.

My order is so fucking wrong when it gets here. I wanted just a plain cheese quesadilla. I bite into it, it's got pico or some shit on it. My partner goes out because my roommates are making dinner for one of them and they ask if I can be included.

I ended up getting alfredo but it was just... so tiring. I'm so over it. One of these would be NOTHING but all of it just kept piling on and I'm just like please for the love of stars please. Let me be.