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htttg · 8 months

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Lasagne - Alessia Russo x reader

Summary: while ur girlfriends away at a game, you make her a lil surprise to come back to...

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"Hey guys, what's up, as I'm sure you all know, my girlfriend Alessia has a big game today; a friendly with Scotland and very sadly I can't be there 'cause my big fat leg injury. So instead, I'm gonna just make some food and put the game on, and I thought you could join me," I spoke to my Instagram live from my kitchen.

"Kay, obviously gotta get all the ingredients out - we're making Lessi's favourite, lasagne, and her mum sent me her recipe so I'm gonna have to try my very best to live up to her mum's standards,"

I chatted to my phone absentmindedly as I collected all my ingredients.

"Guys I realise I'm giving you a tough choice here on where your attention goes - to the game or to me making lasagne. Look I will not be offended if you chose the game, I'm not the best chef in the whole of Europe, the Lionesses however,"

By now I had all the ingredients out and had started mixing up the sauce, talking and joking with myself to make the live entertaining. I had Lessi's game up on my laptop just behind my phone.

"I'm warning you lot now," I spoke, "that I'm the worst with onions, the literal worst so I will be in a right state in about thirty seconds,"

I peeled the onion, and diced it finely, trying to do it as quickly as possible as tears seeped from my eyes.

I stuck the onions in the saucepan but had to collect myself still.

Strings of curses came flying out my mouth as I strained my eyes a lot.

"Fuck, you're not supposed to touch them, are you? Maybe that makes it worse. I don't even think it can get worse, fucking look at me,"

I got closer to the camera, showing everyone my bloodshot, teary eyes, which just kept twitching.

I tried to get over the feeling, taking a breather. I rested my hands on my knees to support myself as I leaned over.

Suddenly, from my laptop, there was an eruption of noise and I shot up.

"Did they just score? Oh my god, Lessi scored, ahhh guys England are winning! Fuck my eyes! Awh she's doing so well, look at that replay that's a beautiful goal, jesus my girlfriend is so talented. Fuck my fucking eyes man this hurts. Awh she looks so happy, I'm so proud bless. God I wish I could've been there, guys they scored! My eyes still hurt like hell, god I told you I was the worst. I don't even get this - why me? Fuck!" I took another second, and then tried to continue, shaking my face as if it would help, "Okay, okay I have to keep going or I won't be done in time, shit, my eyes look bloody awful, hold on,"

I disappeared from my phone's view for a moment and came back with sunglasses on.

"What do you think guys? Look good?" I chuckled to myself, "yeah, these actually are Lessi's, not mine, they were the first ones I found. I might have to steal them from her though, definitely look better on me. Okay, let's keep going,"

England had scored another two goals by the time I was starting to construct the layers of the lasagne, with Less getting one of the assists. She really was playing great today, getting many praises from the commentators for her performance.

It really did make me so happy, seeing her beaming on screen. She'd been needing a win since a recent loss that she had taken pretty hard.

I wacked the lasagne in the oven a few minutes later, checking the time left on the match to make sure I had my timing right.

"Perfect, she'll get back a few minutes after it should come out the oven, now we just wait,"

I kept on with the live, turning my full attention to the game now. Scotland managed to score despite England dominating possession, but spirits still seemed high, England still leading by two goals.

Eventually my timer went, it had been 20 minutes since I put the lasagne in, so I went to check on it, even though I knew it would still need a fair amount of time.

"Right the cheese hasn't browned or anything, so I know it needs more time. How do I know though, when it's fully done, just from the cheese on top or what? I'ma give Carol a ring,"

I grabbed the house phone and dialled Alessia's mum's number. As it rang, I did a lil dance to the live.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hey Carol, it's Y/N,"

"Hi love, is the lasagne going alright?"

"Yes, great in fact and I haven't burnt the house down just yet,"

She chuckled a little at that.

"I was just calling to ask how you know it's done; I'm watching for when the cheese brown so when it does should I just take it out then?"

"Yeah, so when it's golden brown on top that's done, and the sauce will be bubbling around the edges. If you want, you can also stick it with a toothpick. If it's easy to push to the bottom layer then you should be good to go,"

"Oh that’s perfect, thank you so much. You watching the game?"

"Of course, course I am. Her goal was beautiful, wasn't it?"

"Sailed right into the net, amazing goal. She really is playing amazingly, she should be so proud,"

"And right after that hard loss the other day,"

"Yeah for sure, and you can see she's having so much fun as well, so nice to see,"

"And she's lucky to have you too, making her lasagne is so sweet she'll be so thankful,"

"Well, I have to give you some credit, it's your recipe after all. Anyway Carol, I better focus on my lasagne, or she'll come home to a burnt brick instead,"

"Of course, well I hope to speak to you soon, I'll give Less a call after the game,"

"We should look at going out for a meal soon, it's been a while,"

"Oh, that would be perfect, bye then,"

"Bye!"

The game ended shortly after, and then I got a message from my girlfriend saying she'd be home in 10. Perfect timing pretty much.

10 minutes later I heard her keys rattling in the door and ran to go greet her.

"Lessi, hun, you did so amazing!" I called out before practically throwing myself into her arms.

She pulled me close, her arms tightly wrapped around my shoulders as mine snaked around her waist. I buried my head into the crook of her neck, enjoying being so close to her after what had felt like ages.

"I missed you," I told her.

I could feel her sniffing the air, evidently the smell of the lasagne creeping into her senses.

"Lasagne?" she asked hesitantly, her voice filled with hope.

I chuckled, pulling away from the hug and leading her into the kitchen.

"I thought it'd be nice to make you something, plus you deserve it with that goal, stunning. Here, come, I'm live on Instagram,"

"You really made me lasagne?" she asked happily.

"Your mum’s recipe,"

She pulled me back into a hug from behind as I was facing my phone, watching the messages on my live fly past. Her chin nestled into my neck.

"I love you so much," she whispered quietly before pressing a kiss into my skin, giving me goosebumps.

"Alright, get off you big lump," I told her, but my tone was light and there was a smile plastered on my face, "I'll serve it up,"

She withdrew from the embrace and sat up on one of the stools.

We talked with each other and with the live as I dished up the lasagne for us both.

"Here, pass," I indicated to my phone which she was holding and propped it up to get a video of her trying the dish I'd slaved over for more than an hour.

"It's good," she said with a grin, it came out muffled with her cheeks stuffed with pasta, and I could tell she really meant it, "it's really good. Mmm! Exactly what I needed,"

"Yayy. I'm glad it's good," I responded, and then we ended the live a few minutes later with a wave to the camera.

"Now that's off, I can do this," I said and turned to her.

I pulled her in for a kiss. It tasted like lasagne. She pulled away when we both ended up smiling into each other's lips.

"You couldn't do that before we ended the live?" she teased. I know she didn't mean it, we'd both talked about pda before, deciding not everyone needed to see it. Best not to encourage the tiktok edits.

"You really did play amazing today Less, I was so proud. You made it look easy,"

She chuckled a little.

"Come back here," she mumbled, putting her hand on the back of my neck to kiss me again. It was more this time, our lips moving together perfectly until she cheekily bit down on my lip.

"Less!" I cried out, pulling back sharply.

"Sorry," she said, clearly not meaning it by the brazen smirk on her face, "you tasted too good I thought you were lasagne,"

#alessia russo #alessia russo imagine #woso imagines #x reader #lionesses

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the-moon-files · 10 days

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I was actually thinking about this a lot but like as an add on to your humans are hylian space orcs thing. I am in ✨need✨ of reader trying potions. Like;

"This potion will restore your stamina and boost your strength"

"Buddy that's just coffee"

"Qué?"

Even worse if when the reader tries it it's just like the most not strong coffee they've ever drank. Makes the guys wonder wtf makes humans need so much energy through out the day.

this is such a cute idea, i love how diet diffs/energy diffs in humans are space orcs aus, so genius to apply to hylians

the stamnia boost potion tastes just like instant coffee with powdered creamer (the kind at like car dealerships/shitty offices where its not even a little liquid creamer)

and u spit that shit out like wtf is this bs

and Four, poor guy who gave you some after talking a break from walking, is like "oh my goddess r u allergic?? can still breath???"

meanwhile ur like. "yeah this just tastes like shit-"

four: "oh well yeah, all potions do really-"

you: "-ty coffee. this is nowhere near strong enough to get me back on my feet ffs"

four: " 👁️👄👁️"

you: "u got anything stronger? :/ "

four: " w h a t ? "

cue u researching how to make stamnia potions, across the hyrules, and making them 10x stronger so theyre like an actual coffee shop kind of coffee, and the Links are literally lowkey scared

Time forbids you (and the rest of the guys) from letting anyone else try ur "improved" elixir (s)

bc yes, u didnt stop at stamnia

u moved on to healing potions, (u can now regrow limbs and heal broken bones, the hylians can only take like a 1/16th of a sip like once a week, whereas u chug the whole thing, and can do so multiple times a day if needed)

u also moved onto cooking, bc rlly how different is cooking from alchemy?

and goron spice tasted like goddamn dorito chips, so u used essence of literal lava to help make it more spicy,

ur not allowed to introduce this new spice to the gorons, Wild forbid, bc he was adventurous enough (and snuck behind Time and ur backs) to try some spice

(he literally touched the tip of his pinky finger to it, wiped it off, except for 1 like flake of spice too)

and it lowkey nearly killed him 💀

like had to use that 1/16th of ur extra strong healing potion and everything

u felt so bad, but he did do this to himself,

and Wild knew the gorons dont back down from a challenge, esp since it was originally their recipe, so he (and you) didnt wanna kill them on accident

the sleeping potion u found is just like taking a single melatonin gummy, so u ofc make that thing knock even you out after 2 sips,

needless to say, no one is trying that one, not only bc it knocked Rulie unconcious for 12 hours straight (u got him to try it after he exhausted all his magic healing, and so no nightmares)

but bc it knocked u out cold for 9. that was the scarier part to them lmao, was how affected is their human by this?

i like to think thats how they judge unknown foods and liquids too,

like "do you think this tastes unseasoned? ok should be perfect for me then" - every Link

"oh this didnt make u feel sleepy at all/barely tired? great, id love to knock out cold w/no nightmares tonight" - Sky, probably

"this tastes like that thing you call, instant cough? ko-fee? Cool, give me some i need to run up this mountain" - Wild, for the 3rd time this month probably

"this barely healed ur papercut? sweet, give me some my wrists are killing me" - poor Legend, he uses ur extra strength healing potion as a way to treat his arthritis regularly once a month, but the more chill potions for any leftover aches and pains, esp after long fights being hard on his arms

Chain is simultaneously still lowkey terrified u need that much extra oomf, esp when u run out of stronger stuff and have to down like 5 health potions to heal a cut that needed stitches,

and also worried u need that much and also Wild/Wars/Rulie tend to work overtime to make sure they have extra potions for you

and theyre also kind of impressed, bc hey, youre unlikely to get magically poisoned/potion poisoned like them

☆

sorry i couldnt think of as much as i hoped, i think its bc i rlly just need to play/watch more loz games besides botw/totk

i like know the vague plot of ss/oot/mm/tp/ww/hw and og loz games, but havent gotten into details/lets play or anything yet

i hope this was at least a half decent idea to think about/expand on urs, have a great rest of ur week, and thanks so much for the ask!! <33

Peace out,

🌙

#i tried to add a cut so this wouldnt be constantly expanded but i just had to trust tumblr for this one bc it kept unbulleting my stuff #i tried guys #sorry #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #male reader #linked universe reader #lu x male reader #link x reader #loz link x reader #linked universe male reader #moon rambles #literally just that didnt organize this at all rlly

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lmkimagines · 11 months

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Chubby Baker Witch S/O

@chibithewitch Here's your request, sweetheart!

Sun Wukong

He thinks you’re the most adorable thing on this planet. He loves literally everything you do. Your food, your body, your magic, all perfect. You’re perfect and he will not shut up about it. It’s a little embarrassing.

Do not let him help you bake though. He will probably set something on fire or use salt instead of sugar or something like that. My man can’t cook for shit.

You have to watch him because he will steal snacks as you’re making them especially if it has peaches in it.

He’s seen a lot of magic but yours amazes him just like the rest of you.

Macaque

One of his love languages is acts of service so he appreciates literally everything you do, magic or not. The magic just makes it easier for you. Also uses his shadow magic to help you where he can.

He can cook but hasn’t tried much baking so he tends to make meals for you two when he gets the time instead of helping you in the bakery. He knows he protects you but he still feels like he doesn’t help out as much as he should plus he’s just a sucker for domestic stuff.

Also steals snacks when you’re not looking as long as it’s not for work.

You get up early to open the bakery and he’s not usually up till midday but he helps you close out. Tends to hum you to sleep when you’re tired.

Azure Lion

This man is so soft for you, it’s not even funny. He just thinks you’re the most precious thing in the world. He gets up early with you to help you open up shop.

He’s pretty used to magic around him so your magic doesn’t faze him much. Can reach the tall shelves for you.

Is the only one out of these three that never eats anything that you don't expressly give him. Very willing to help you test new recipes with you. He will purr if he really likes it then gets embarrassed about purring.

You weigh like literally nothing to any of these three but Azure Lion is the most likely to carry you around without laughing or teasing you.

#lmk headcanon #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk monkey king #lmk azure lion #sun wukong x reader #azure lion x reader #macaque x reader

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ironbatpaperturtle · 16 days

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For your Adam's abandonment issues, if Adam's efforts work in acending how would Lucifur feel and what would Adam be doing?

Like I'm imagining once Adam acends he does make some sort of effort up there to keep the hotel running and actually visits it once and a while, however whenever Lucifur and Lilith are over he freezes and excuses himself to leave or treats the couple like strangers, barely acknowledging them and if they talk to him, keeping it very light and pite but emotionless. Very dry in comparison to hoe he'd treat Charlie and the other residents. I'm picturing him being lively but when Lucifur starts talking to him the light in his eyes just die and he looks almost dull.

I don't think Lilith out care, it's a win to her. But how would Lucifur feel if Adam is there, just out of arms reach?

OMG THIS IS SO 😭

Your right Lilith wouldn't care. Lucifer at first won't notice the difference of how Adam acts, he won't even realise Adams been redeemed until he sees Charlie chatting with him on phone.

But the more Adam visits, the more he acts softy towards the residents, especially Charlie, then he'd feel jealous. At first he'd coined it as Adam trying to steal his daughter.

But as time goes on the thought of Adam being a father to Charlie grew something warm inside of him. Especially if they become parents together

Then he'd feel like shit because he doesn't understands why he feels this way. His amazing, glorious, patient, and caring wife was literally just there and his out here thinking about how Adam and him could be parental figues to Charlie. Together.

He'll miss the times where him and Adam can have a proper talk.

Because he likes talking to Adam. He liked the way Adam drums his fingers whenever Lucifer goes off on a tangent about ducks. He liked the Adam that would hold onto Lucifers newest creation, hold it so softly and smile at it oh so . . . gently.

He never even knew Adam was capable of being gentle. Maybe before, in Eden. And now he gets to see it again, but it's not directed towards him.

It's directed to Charlie whenever she brings out activites she thinks he'd make a perfect name. It's directed at Vaggie whenever they'd spare for the fun of it. It's directed and Angel whenever they'd joke about sex. It's directed at the bartender when he decides to preen his wings. It's directed at the Radio fuck when they'd share each others spicy cooking recipes. Christ on a stick, it's even directed to Nifty, the one who stabbed him in the back.

And Lucifers yearns, he yearns so much that he feels like burning.

__________________________________________________________

"Dad? it's time for dinner, Alastor and Adam made it" That's another thing, whenever Adam mentions hanging with other guys from heaven or with Alastor he gets the biggest ick.

"I think . . . I think I miss Adam"

"What do you mean? He's right here?"

His never present whenever his with me.

__________________________________________________________ WAIT! KUYA STOP! I CAN'T WRITE ANGST LEAVE ME ALONE

#adams abandonment issues #adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #lucifer morningstar

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thehighladywrites · 27 days

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this is not a request just. thinking. ik you’re writing the boys as plugs but have we considered. the women.

elain would %100 make her own edible pastries and give them to you in those colourful baggies with a bow. she’d invite you over to “make sure the new recipe I use is good for the next batch.” the watch movies and end up napping on the couch type

feyre would be the best if you’re a newbie and ever curious about anything. %100 is a bit of a push over for you and sometimes gives you a lil gram extra and offer to smoke with you. she would probably teach you (if you dont know) why you should put ice in your bong. i just know she smokes and paints. probably does art nights with you.

Nesta is pretty abrupt, definitely a one and done we dont small talk plug, but she is there for you if you need (like if you’re a newbie and greened out or paranoid or whatever) because she knows how scary it can be to feel out of control with your body. (replace her trouble with canon alcoholism with getting high every night. she knows how it can get to you.) tells you to drink water and sleep it off but is still hanging around when you wake up ‘just in case’.

mor is the plug thats more like a friend. would end up smoking half of the stuff she just sold you because you guys wanted to sesh and hang out. probably gossips about her other customers when you two get really close

idk anything for amren she probably only uses like cbd oils idk :/

anon i dont even know what else to add, this is so perfect😭😭😭 yess i’m agreeing with everything

also amren would probs smoke joints. i imagine her having one between her long manicured nails, she probs use magic on them to make them even more strong/she mixes in some crazy shit orrrr she has a cart, a fancy ass pen with diamonds and gem stones. when she offers u a hit, ur high for hourssss her shit goes crazy tbh, it’s probably borderline venomous

elain would have her own garden where she grows her supply, i imagine she’s a girl plug who have the cutest packages, they’re all pink with cute stickers that say “thanks for supporting my small business”

feyre is the curious one, down to try literally anything. so down to earth and would get high with you and paint you naked. she has one of those loose shirts with buttons and a pair of shorts, her hair is loosely braided as she mixes her colors, she’s so hot i literally need her rn

nesta is so real, like the helping out when u green out part is so accurate. ut her fav customer and she wants to make sure ur okay, she says it’s because she doesn’t wanna loose clients but in reality she likes u. she also throws in extra g’s but doesn’t say shit ab it

mor is forsure the friend turned plug, she put you on to her supply and ever since u buy everything from her. fav activity is eating infused food in public/meetings and trying to act normal. like at the high lords meeting, you eat a shit ton of edibles and then try to concentrate but it’s very obvious bc you both look stoned and you’re paying too much attention to peoples words, it’s not natural

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tokio-motel · 8 months

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ugly giggling rn

why does every idea i have for u make me feel like ive alr sent this

ahem

imma get the number 4 along with a coca cola(the full mf band headcannons) with a male reader who's a baker and likes to bake for them bro

they prolly dont have sweet tooths(oh wait yes they do remember when they tried alat candy?) anyway an example is that maybe they're down and reader makes em smth like brownies(TRUST i made brownies about a month ago from my break up and it worked real well.) but still leaves em alone and lets em think(unless they want reader with them in there lap or smth AHEM tom)

of courseee like always add whatever whenever😔🤚🏾

LOVE YOUUU

BAND X BAKER READER

HII I LOVE YOU MORE 😍😍 last time i made brownies those bithces wre as hard as ROCKS like i literally slammed it onto the counter and it stayed in one piece..uh anyways

BILL:

・He loves anything you make

・He gets so happy when you give him a batch of brownies or cookies JKHEXBJJKEDX

・Can never hide his happiness when he receives something, hes always grinning ear to ear

・THE PRAISEEEEE

"Oh my god, M/N! You made this? It's looks so good holy shit-"

・ofc we made it tf 🤨

・He always asks you to eat with him, he likes being by your side!

・He has a huge ass sugar tooth, have you seen the way he acts around skittles? 😭😭

・If you ask him to help you (even if it's as small as something like mixing the batter) he gets so GIDDYYYYY

・Loves helping you in any way he can!!!

TOM:

・He'd try to hide how excited he is whenever you give him something.

・His love language is giving gifts so receiving gifts from YOU? oh my LORD he's so thrilled.

・Can't help but laugh whenever he sees a smudge of flour on your nose or shirt, yet doesn't tell you it's there.

・He thinks it's too cute to wipe off 😴

・Wrapping his arm around you as he takes a bite of whatever you've given him

・Telling you how good it is between every bite, rubbing his fingers up and down your sides.

"This is the best fucking thing I've tasted in my whole life.."

・If you ask to bake with him he cancels all of his plans crossing plans with you, immediately coming over.

・Slinging an arm around your shoulders as he reads the recipe, his head rested on the top of your head

GEORG:

・AHH FREE FOOD! 😍

・nah fr he loves the fact you can bake, he can't make a decent batch of cookies to save his life.

・Always shocked whenever he receives something, no matter how long you've been doing it

"Another cupcake?"

"Shut the fuck up and eat it."

・yes sir.

・He goes HAM on that shit he loves your baking.

・Actually refuses to buy baked goods anywhere else, unless it's an ABSOLUTE need.

・Asks BEGS you to sit down and eat with him, even if it just a small bite off the corner of a brownie

・Leaning against you as he eats it 😻😻

GUSTAV:

・OH MY GOD.

・Y'all r the perfect match. He loves cooking and you love baking 🫶🫶

・He's always looking forward to the next thing you make him

・Gets so happy even if it's something small like a macaron.

・If you try to cheer him up by baking something he gets so fucking HAPPY!!

"Oh..for me?"

"Of course! I know you've been down lately so..."

・He'd be SOBBINGGG later 🤞

・He's just so grateful he's dating you and that you actually gift him stuff KSHWDXBBKH

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galkyrie · 8 months

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@a-commas-a-pause

Jason could do this. After the literal weeks of being yelled at by the regular commentors on his recipe blog to buck up and ask the nice man who fixed his janky-ass photography out, he was finally going to do it.

It'd been about a year since Tim had stumbled onto his taking said poor photos of his creations on his phone, and, upon hearing the explanation, had volunteered his time to help with the pictures. Well- volunteered wasn't exactly the right word, since Tim kinda just declared that was how it was gonna be.

Jason had been less prickly about it when he'd actually seen the results of letting Tim do his thing. The photos often came out better than the food, each one looking ready to end up in some expensive coffee table book.

And Tim agreed to be paid in dessert, so it wasn't like he'd been losing out by letting him in on the ritual. The photos weren't even the part he did for himself, anyway.

So he got great, magazine quality photoshoots of his creations for the low cost of sharing a slice or two of what he'd made. It really felt like he was the one benefitting the most out of this arrangement- his baking wasn't even that good. It was just- stress relief, the kind of meditation that came with cleaning his guns or building a bomb- except he got to eat the results.

It was an arrangement that suited him just fine, for the past year. He'd even mentioned "camera-guy" in his posts, from explaining why his photography suddenly stopped looking like amateur shit and jovially talking shit about the lengths he went to get the perfect shot- Tim became a bit of a regular on his blog.

He hadn't realized how much until six months in, when a couple of his regular followers had begun...speculating about the man's intentions with his help. Jason found himself in the comment section of his own blog defending Tim's honor and insisting that no, "camera-guy" was not putting the moves on him in some elaborate display of skill- he was just like that. Generous with his time and effort and deeply dedicated to his friends, eager to help wherever he could. Tim just- he cared so much and so deeply about the people he cared about getting what they wanted- it never had to be romantic for him to be willing to help.

It wasn't until a few months later, when one of his regulars had joked about him being more effusive about the way the little lunatic had crouched on his barstool and angled his whole body to get the perfect shot of the shiny tart glaze he'd finally perfected, that he realized it...might be, a little, romantic. On his own part, anyways. Someone usually doesn't tend to wax poetic about the way someone's bangs fall over their eyes or their tongue pokes out of the side of their mouth when they're focusing, when they're not paying too much attention to that someone's mouth.

When that same commenter had followed up with a remark about seeing where that kinda focus and attention to detail would manifest in the bedroom, joking that Jason should drop his number so they could find out-

He lost the last shred of deniability. Seeing red, he blocked the user before he could think too hard about tracking down their IP and paying them a visit in person- and insane overreaction to someone joking about his "camera-guy" on the internet. He eventually unblocked them, and had to admit his followers might not be far off about his feelings.

It was easier to admit to a bunch of strangers, anyway.

Unfortunately, doing so had only encouraged the small group. Hell, they'd started picking apart his old posts for evidence that "camera-guy" liked him back- they started making bets on whether or when he would finally ask the guy out-

It was getting out of hand. If he had to hear that the way to a man's heart was his stomach so he was already basically dating him one more time-

Hence the plan. Which he'd formulated in a panic after discovering he'd missed Tim's birthday by opening the evening edition- make Tim a birthday cake, and see if he can get enough intel on his favorite foods to throw together a dinner- then ask him out.

He took a deep breath as he heard the familiar sounds of Tim letting himself in his front door.

He could totally do this.

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daisynik7 · 1 year

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Rush

Chapter 2: Exchange

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: underage drinking, vaginal fingering, blowjob, asshole!Eren

Summary: The first exchange between Sigma Nu Kappa and Alpha Tau is underway.

Notes:

Chapter title inspired by the song "Exchange" by Bryson Tiller.

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Friday night around 10:30 PM, the Alpha Tau brothers are gathered in Mike’s off campus home, the unofficial party house of the fraternity. They start setting up for their first exchange of the semester with the Sigma Nu Kappa sorority. Mike and Erwin come back from the store with a wagon each full of alcohol and chasers.

Eren hangs around the kitchen, watching them concoct jungle juice in a five-gallon Gatorade dispenser. Mike hastily pours in a fifth of Tito’s vodka, a fifth of Malibu rum, a bottle of Peach Schnapps, two liters of Sprite, and a gallon of fruit punch. He sprinkles in two packs of blue Kool-Aid as a garnish, then drowns an entire bag of ice before mixing the brew with a large wooden spoon. He lowers his face near the liquid surface to take a big whiff, then smirks at Eren. “Perfect. This will be gone in less than thirty minutes, so someone will need to make it again. You’re off the hook for tonight, but it's good you learn the recipe.”

Erwin is near them, stocking the fridge up with beer and White Claws. When he walks away to dump the cardboard boxes outside, Mike quickly adds, “Bitches love this shit. You’ll see.”

Eren smirks at Mike’s vulgarity before Erwin comes back, observing him. “Eren. Not to be so crass, but are you going to do something about your hair?”

He runs his fingers through his shoulder-length, straight hair. “Uh, I wasn’t planning to.”

Levi joins them in the kitchen. “You look like a homeless person,” he states, completely serious.

Eren never really paid attention to his appearance. Growing out his hair this summer wasn’t exactly a personal choice; he was just too lazy to get it cut. But he knew it was getting out of hand, especially when he started having to tie it into a ponytail while he worked out.

“I guess I can tie it up,” he offers, suddenly self-conscious.

“Dude, you should put it in a man bun. Women love that,” Mike suggests. He approaches the younger man cautiously with his hands up. “May I?”

Eren shrugs, letting Mike work whatever magic he was about to conjure. He feels the senior tugging most of his hair back, the strands pulling on his scalp as it’s wrapped into a bun. With one hand out, Mike demands, “Hair tie.”

Luckily, Eren has one already wrapped around his wrist, which he extends to Mike. When he’s finished, the three seniors eye him curiously, making Eren feel even more uneasy.

Levi speaks first. “Shit, Jaeger.”

“Better. Much better,” Erwin compliments.

“You owe me if this gets you laid tonight,” Mike jokes, with a pleased smile on his face.

Confused by their reactions, Eren strides towards the mirror near the front door and studies his new look. Most of his hair is wrapped up in a low bun, minus a thin layer covering the back of his neck. A few of his baby hairs fall across his forehead. He studies his reflection for several seconds, slightly narrowed green eyes staring back at him.

He hears steps coming down the stairs and turns around to see Connie with Armin, who looks at him with wide eyes. “Eren! Your hair!”

Connie exclaims, “Eren rocking the man bun! Looking good, bro!”

Eren rubs the back of his neck, trying to keep a neutral expression. He doesn’t take praise very well, but he’s certainly not opposed to it.

More brothers start arriving to the house, some bringing extra alcohol with them. Jean and Marco come already tipsy, having pre-gamed at a soccer party right before. Some of the SNK girls also make their entrance. President Hange and a fellow senior, Nanabe, come in with brother Moblit. They introduce themselves to the new pledges first, Hange especially taking a special interest in Eren. “Whoa, who’s this guy?! He’s intense!”

The house is bustling with music, chatter, and laughter as more people file in. There’s beer pong set up in the living room, as well as a keg stand placed at the corner. In the kitchen, Nanabe gets the first taste of Mike’s special concoction. “Yup, Mike definitely made this. Literally can’t taste the alcohol,” she comments with a smirk, chugging her Red Solo cup before filling it up again.

Hange immediately gets a helping and drinks it casually as she chats with Levi, who sips on a La Croix. Eren remembers that he’s sober monitor tonight, meaning he remains sober throughout the night in case of an emergency. In fact, Levi volunteers to be sober monitor at every social event, considering he doesn’t drink at all.

Eren dispenses the jungle juice into a cup and hands it over to Armin, who takes it nervously. Once they’re both equipped with the sweetened liquor, they cheers then chug. Nanabe is right. There’s barely a hint of alcohol.

And that’s what makes it dangerously good.

They fill their cups to the brim before making their way to the corner of the living room, where they watch the first volunteer christen the keg stand. It’s Jean, who’s held upside down by Erwin and Mike on either side as a group of brothers surround them and chant, “Drink, motherfucker, drink!”

After Jean’s turn is over, he places himself between Armin and Eren, belching loudly. “Where are the rest of the chicks?!”

Armin answers, “Mikasa texted me that they’ll be here soon. They’re pre-gaming with Petra first before they get here.”

“Who the fuck is Mikasa?” Jean slurs.

“Our friend,” Eren states, pushing him away before he burps again in their faces. “Armin, let’s wait for her near the front.”

They push their way through the crowd and sit next to Connie on the couch, who already looks a little high. “You guys want one?” Connie asks, handing them a bag of gummy bears.

“Sure!” Armin reaches into the packet before Eren snatches his hand away.

“Those are edibles, Armin. They’re strong.” He glares at Connie, who shrugs and puts the bag back in his pocket.

“I do want to try one time. For research purposes,” Armin notes. “Maybe when I’m not drinking.”

“Yeah dude, just let me know. I’ll hook you up. Gunther brought a bong if you wanna observe. We’re gonna smoke in the garage later,” Connie explains lazily.

Armin nods, genuinely intrigued. “I’d love to observe.”

Eren gets off the couch to grab a few beers from the fridge. Nearby, Hange and Levi stand against the counter, chatting.

“Jaeger. You good?” Levi asks, nursing his sparking water.

“Yeah. Just getting more alcohol.”

“When’s my dear cousin arriving?”

Eren chuckles. “Fuck, I keep forgetting you two are related. I don’t know when she’s coming. Haven’t talked to her much recently.”

Hange interjects. “Why? Too cool for us Sigma Nu Kappa’s? Is that it?” She readjusts the glasses on her face, staring at him closely.

He furrows his brows at her, put off by her creepy attitude. “It’s not that. I’ve just been preoccupied.”

She lets out a “tsk” before drinking from her cup. Levi rolls his eyes at her before saying, “Ignore Four-Eyes here. She doesn’t like to admit it, but she’s a whore for drama. So much that she intentionally tries to start shit.” He playfully kicks her ankle as she smirks into her cup. “Where the fuck is Petra anyways, Madame President? She was supposed to be here already with the new pledges. It’s already almost midnight.”

“She texted me that they’re on their way. They had a teeny tiny issue that’s been resolved.”

A few minutes later, the front door swings open and a short girl with ginger hair leads a group of younger women in, who stagger in giggling. Mikasa stands directly behind her, wearing a black sports bra with grey joggers. Eren rolls his eyes with a small smirk, thinking how typical it is of her to be wearing workout clothes at a party.

Armin is the first to greet her. “Mikasa! You finally made it!”

She giggles, then hiccups. “Armin! Where have you been all night?” She taps his nose with her finger and giggles again.

“Uhhh, I’ve been here. Where have you been?”

In a poor attempt at a whisper, she slurs, “It’s supposed to be a secret, but we pre-gamed in Petra’s room, shhhhh. We’re not supposed to drink in the house.” She shoves a finger against Armin’s lip, who just smiles. “Have you ever tried this thing called ‘alcohol’? This stuff is great!”

Unable to contain himself, Armin laughs. “Mikasa, I think you’re drunk.”

“No ‘m not! You’re drunk! And you!” She points her finger to Eren, who now stands beside them with his hands in his pockets. “What’re you doing here?! You’ve been MIA the past month and the first place I see you is at a…a fucking frat party?! And what’s with your hair?!”

Eren grasps her finger and chuckles. “Hi Mikasa. It’s nice to see you too. I’m sorry for being MIA.”

“Fuck you, Eren Jaeger! You’re dead to me! Now, where’s the alcohol?” She stumbles away from them and follows Petra towards the kitchen.

“She doesn’t mean that. She’s just drunk.”

Another girl now stands in Mikasa’s place. Eren just notices her. Has she been there the whole time?

Armin greets her with a hug, seemingly already being acquainted. “For some reason, Mikasa being a belligerent drunk is not surprising.”

“Who are you?” Eren blurts out.

“I’m Mikasa’s pledge sister and roommate,” she explains, introducing her name.

“Oh,” is all he says.

Nothing about her stands out, maybe except for the bright smile on her face. She seems nice enough. But mostly unassuming. Plain. Boring. Not exactly the type of girl Eren needs if he is to live out his new life as a frat boy.

So, he disengages and lets Armin continue chatting with her, thinking he’ll never interact with her again.

~~~

Oh.

That’s all he says when you introduce yourself. Oh.

What the fuck?

You already had a bad impression of this guy based on Mikasa’s struggles with him, but to meet him in the flesh and be totally spot on still surprises you. There’s no formal introduction. Not even a “Nice to meet you”, like any normal person would do. Why are Mikasa and Armin friends with this douche?

It doesn’t help that he’s fucking hot. Black t-shirt stretched tight against his tone body, unzipped grey jacket hanging loosely over it. He wears black Adidas joggers, the ones with the white stripes down the sides. He’s giving I didn’t put any effort into my appearance, but I know I look fucking good. And that man bun. Sheesh.

There’s no denying it; you’re attracted to him. You can’t help yourself. It’s your weakness. You internally berate yourself for being so fucking basic.

Even with that tiny interaction nagging away at your brain, you can’t help but sneak glances at him as he leans against the counter, one hand in his jacket pocket, the other tipping a Red Solo cup to his lips. The prominent Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he slowly swallows the liquid down his throat. You let your mind wander for a few seconds, imagining the nasty things he could do to you with that mouth, how his thick neck would wobble as he drinks you up.

Fuck. Snap out of it. You’re not even that drunk. Pull yourself together.

You sit beside Sasha on the couch, watching Mikasa interact with her friends from the corner of your eye. They take shots together, everyone except Eren grimacing at the taste of tequila. But overall, she looks happy. Just a few hours ago, she was pacing back and forth in your room, worried about seeing Eren, concerned about making it awkward. Maybe that was the motivating factor for her to get drunk while pre-gaming in Petra’s room at the sorority house.

Next to Sasha is an Alpha Tau brother with shaved hair, who introduces himself as Connie. He snacks on a bag of potato chips, offering it to you and Sasha, which she gladly accepts. Before you know it, Eren sits beside you on the couch. He lets himself sink into the cushions before handing you a cup filled with something that looks like fruit punch.

“Mikasa told me to give you a drink,” he says, without looking at you.

You take it, muttering a quiet, “Thank you,” before taking a sip. It tastes exactly like fruit punch, but you know it’s not just that.

“What’s your name again?”

Wow. Of course, he forgets your name. In theory, you should detest this guy. But feeling his knee brush against yours on the couch makes you throw all self-respect out the window. Why are you like this? You repeat your name, trying to be nonchalant.

“Thanks for keeping Mikasa company the past few weeks. I’ve been a shitty friend to her,” he admits. “She doesn’t deserve it.”

“No, she doesn’t,” you respond.

“Why did she choose SNK anyways? She could have gotten into any of the other ones.”

“What are you implying?” you ask. His question bothers you. As if there is an underlying meaning behind it.

“SNK doesn’t have the best reputation on campus.”

There it is.

“Not everyone joins a sorority for the reputation,” you argue. “She picked the sorority where she felt the most comfortable at. Maybe that kind of stuff isn’t important to you, but to others, it is.”

He’s looking at you now, green eyes narrowed slightly, studying you. “You’re right. That isn’t important to me.” He finishes the rest of his drink before he continues. “Guys join frats to party and fuck, and that’s what I intend to do. And I know Mikasa probably has some strong opinions on that, but I don’t care. She can’t do anything to stop me.”

“Why are you telling me this?” you shoot back at him.

“Because you’re her roommate and sister now. And I’d appreciate it if you continue to keep her distracted, so that she doesn’t spend all her time worrying about me. Which I know she did before joining.” He gives you a cocky smirk.

“I spend time with her because I care about her. I’m not going to do it for your sake.”

“As long as she stays out of my way, I don’t care.” He stands up to walk back to the kitchen. You remain seated, a bit flabbergasted by your conversation with him. Taking a few moments to take in what just happened, you come to a realization.

Eren Jaeger is nothing but trouble.

~~~

It’s not his intention to be a dick. But that’s the way he comes off, and he’s fully aware of it.

Does he care? Not so much.

He’s thinks back to a few hours earlier, when he was pre-gaming in Reiner and Bertolt’s room in the fraternity house, both of whom are currently missing from the party.

“Erwin may say all this bullshit about Alpha Tau’s being men of honor. But at the end of the day, we’re still just men. And we have needs. Don’t let anything or anyone stand in your way of getting what you want. If you want to get black out drunk at a party, do it. If you want to get high with Gunther and Connie, go get fucking high as a kite. And if you want to fuck as many women as you want, fucking do it. With consent, of course. Let fucking loose, Eren. That’s what being in a frat is all about.” Reiner finishes his monologue by taking a swig of the handle they pass around to each other. Bertolt only nods in agreement.

Per the advice of his big brother, he’s going to do what he wants and whoever he wants. No more worrying about what other people think about him, especially Mikasa or Armin. He stills cares for them, but he’s not going to let them stop him.

He checks his phone to read the text Reiner sent him an hour ago.

Reiner: at eta iota party off campus. lots of hot chicks

Reiner: come thru

An address is listed under the text. He knows Reiner doesn’t care about Alpha Tau’s partnership with Sigma Nu Kappa. And Bertolt just follows wherever he goes, so Eren’s not surprised they’re partying with another sorority. In a way, he respects it. Reiner does whatever the fuck he wants without a care for anybody but himself.

Eren approaches Armin in the kitchen and whispers, “I’m heading out to another party. See you later.”

“Huh? You’re leaving?” Armin yells, cheeks flushed with intoxication.

Mikasa, who’s chatting with Levi, turns around swiftly to demand, “You are not leaving, Eren Jaeger!”

“We’re not even doing anything. We’re just standing around here drinking. I’m meeting Reiner somewhere else,” Eren explains, trying to walk away as Mikasa and Armin tug on both of his sleeves.

“Why don’t you pledges get to know each other better? Go play a game or something in Mike’s room upstairs. He’s got Mario Kart,” Levi suggests.

“Eren! There’s Mario Kart!”

“Please stay!”

So much for doing what he wants. Maybe it’s the least he could do considering how distant he’s been with Mikasa. Just this once is he going to let his friends convince him to stay. But under his rules, his conditions.

“Let’s play a drinking game. Truth or dare. With SNK and Alpha Tau pledges. Let’s go,” he commands, grabbing an unopened bottle of vodka from the shelf and a couple of cups.

Levi wrangles the pledge brothers while Hange collects the new sisters, directing them upstairs to Mike’s room. It’s spacious enough for all of them to gather around, some sitting up on the bed, the others on the floor. Jean sits backwards on a chair near a desk, holding a cup of jungle juice in his hand.

“Have fun, babies!” Hange shouts, before closing the door.

“Whoever doesn’t have a drink, fill up,” Eren orders, passing the cups and vodka around to those without a drink.

“Ugh, no chaser? Really?” Ymir complains as she pours a small amount of liquor in her new cup.

“Chasers are for pussies,” Jean chides. “I’m sure you could handle it,” he adds, with a wink. Ymir rolls her eyes, looking more disgusted.

“Anybody want a hit?” Connie offers his joint, passing it first to Sasha, who takes it.

After everyone is settled in with a drink in hand, they start the game. “Alright, the game is Truth or Dare. If you refuse to answer a question or do a dare, you drink. Got it?”

Eren starts it off. “Horse-face, truth or dare?”

Jean growls, “Fuck you, Jaeger. Truth.”

“Fuck, Marry, Kill: Armin, Marco, Connie.”

The girls burst into laughter as the named brothers protest. Eren smirks. He’s going to have a lot of fun with this.

“Fuck. I’m not answering that.”

“Then drink.”

“C’mon, Jean, just answer! This is a fun one,” Christa giggles.

“Fine. Fuck Marco, marry Armin, kill Connie, alright?”

Everyone in the room screams now, Jean’s cheeks glowing bright red as he takes a sip of his drink anyways. Armin and Marco cackle loudly as Connie yells out, “You’d kill me over the other two! I thought what we had was special, man!”

Jean faces Mikasa and says “Mikasa, right? Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Have you and Eren ever hooked up?”

As the room hushes, waiting for the answer everyone is curious about, she answers, “No” with a calm expression on her face.

“Wow, seriously?”

“I thought for sure you two have done it.”

“Gross, we’re like brother and sister. That’d be like incest,” Mikasa comments, sipping on her spiked fruit punch. “Sasha, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Text your boyfriend, ‘I wanna do anal’ and show us what he says.”

“Hell no! I don’t want to do anal! I’m fucking drinking instead.” she cries out, taking a large gulp of vodka as people laugh.

Sasha looks directly next to Mikasa, at the roommate. She says her name, then “Truth or dare?”

"Truth," she answers, timidly.

“Who do you think is the hottest guy in this room?”

~~~

Fuck. You knew Sasha would ask you some dumb shit.

Suddenly, you feel so many pairs of eyes on you as blood rushes into your cheeks. You hear Mikasa whisper beside you, "You can just drink if you want."

How do you expect to raise your confidence when you shy away from the simplest questions like this? It’s not a big deal. At the end of the day, it’s just an opinion that won’t mean anything to anyone. It won’t result in anything.

Mustering up the courage, you respond, “No, it’s fine. I’ll answer it.”

“Who is it, then?” Annie pushes.

“Eren. I think Eren is the hottest guy here.” You turn your head towards the carpet on the floor, avoiding eye contact with everyone, especially him. The snickers of your surrounding peers are drowned out by the ringing in your ears from embarrassment. You think you feel his gaze on you, but you’re too shy to confirm.

Mikasa rubs your back affectionately. You can hear her amused smile as she reminds you, “Now you can ask someone else.”

“Oh right. Um, Ymir, truth or dare.”

“Dare.”

“Um…Okay, hold on.” Still mortified, it takes a few seconds before you state, “Sit on Jean’s lap for the rest of the game.”

Jean turns around to sit properly in the chair and pats his lap. “Come here, baby.”

“Do not call me, baby, horse-face,” she spits out as she leaves the bed to fulfill the dare. Everyone hollers at her as she waves her middle finger around the room.

A few more dares are fulfilled, and some truths are revealed. Christa is dared to suck on Armin’s thumb for ten seconds, which she does. Marco reveals the craziest place he’s had sex, which was in the middle of the soccer field just a couple of days ago. Armin gets asked what his favorite sex position is, to which everyone is surprised to learn that it’s doggy style. Connie is forced to admit which two girls in the room he’d be willing to have a threesome with, resulting in Christa and Ymir being flattered and disgusted, respectively. Eren easily answers what one of his kinks are, which is being called “daddy”, causing you and Mikasa to roll your eyes. Annie is dared to text Bertolt ‘I’m horny’, to which she vehemently refuses and ends up chugging her entire cup of jungle juice.

Everyone is more drunk than when they started the game, liquor being consumed regardless of if a truth or dare is denied. The vodka bottle is empty and it’s already past 1 AM. Mikasa rests her head on your shoulder, closing her eyes in her drunken stupor.

Annie asks the last question. “Truth or dare?” she looks to you.

“Huh? Why me again?” you whine.

“Because it’s fun watching you get all embarrassed,” she responds, a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. You flip her the bird, making her cackle. “Truth or dare, loser?”

Feeling bold, you reply, “Dare.”

There’s a wicked look in her eyes when she dares, “Kiss the hottest guy in the room. With tongue.”

Jean scoffs. “What are we, fourteen?”

“Shut up, horse-face. This is her first kiss.”

A collective “ooooohhh” chimes throughout the room. Fuck Annie Leonhart. You told your sisters this in confidence. You weren’t expecting this to be broadcast to the entire pledge class of Alpha Tau.

“Go ahead. Kiss him. Virgin.”

“Annie, shut the fuck up,” Mikasa growls.

“Leave her alone,” Sasha pleads.

“I’m just trying to help her out. It’s just a kiss. What, are you wanting it to be special or some shit?” She lets out a nasty laugh.

“Annie, you’re being mean,” Armin utters. “You shouldn’t pressure people to do things they’re uncomfortable with.”

“I’ll do it,” you say, as defiantly and confidently as you can.

As nice as it is to hear your friends defend you, at the same time, you feel embarrassed needing to be defended over something as silly as this. Annie’s right; it’s just a kiss. You’re nearly 20-years-old; it’s about time you’ve kissed someone. This is college. No more waiting for the “perfect moment”.

You finally face Eren, having avoided him since your first truth almost an hour ago. His expression remains neutral when he says, “Maybe I don’t want to kiss her.”

“Eren!” Mikasa yells out. Seriously, what is this guy’s problem?

Taken aback from his comment, you quickly blurt out, “Fine then, I’ll just drink.” You desperately throw back the cup into your mouth, but no liquid is left. There’s ringing in your ears again; it’s enough to distract you from the uncomfortable silence that fills the room. Embarrassed and ashamed, you get up, balance off from your intoxication, and stumble out the room.

There’s another bedroom across the hall with the door ajar. You quietly sneak in, taking a quick scan in the darkness to confirm it’s unoccupied. Once inside, you close the door and sit against it, burying your face in your hands. Your cheeks are hot. From the alcohol, the humiliation, the anger. Anger at Annie for putting you in this mortifying situation and revealing your lack of experience in such a mean fashion. Anger at that asshole Eren for further embarrassing you by refusing your kiss.

Maybe I don’t want to kiss her.

The words sting more and more as you repeat it over in your head. What did you really expect? That Eren Jaeger would open his arms to you and give you your first kiss? Why would he ever want to kiss you? He has every right to refuse. But it still hurts, especially getting rejected in front of people, some of whom are your friends.

On the other side of the door, you hear movement and chatter. They’re starting to make their way out of the room and back downstairs to the rest of the party. You feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket.

Mikasa: where are you?

Not wanting her to worry, you text her back, telling her your current location. Within minutes, you hear steps approaching the room, then a small knock. You get up from the floor and open the door, expecting to see Mikasa.

Instead, it’s Eren.

Before you can react, he pushes his way in, closing the door and locking it. Even in the pitch black, you can see the intensity in his striking green eyes.

Suddenly, his lips are on yours. One hand grips the back of your neck, the other slides down to your waist. His tongue grazes your lips, the intimate feeling of it surprising you. Your hands grip at his chest, fists bunching up against his black t-shirt, pressing yourself closer to him. You’re unsure what to do with your mouth, so you part your lips instinctually to let him deepen the kiss, which he does. When you feel his tongue against yours, you let out a soft moan.

Finally aware of what is happening, you push away from him just enough to break the kiss. Through shallow breaths, you ask, “What are you doing?”

He licks his lips before answering, “Giving you your first kiss.” The expression on his face continues to remain neutral. You have no idea what’s going on in his head and it makes you anxious.

“I don’t get you.” You release your hold on him to cross your arms over your chest, gaze focused on the floor. “You embarrass me in front of everyone, then you come in here and kiss me. I don’t understand.”

He tilts his head to the side, looking at you curiously. “You didn’t like it?”

“It’s not that I didn’t like it. You just…you confuse me.”

“I didn’t want to kiss you in front of everyone. PDA is not really my thing.”

“It wasn’t PDA, it was a game.”

After a few seconds of silence, the two of you still standing in front of each other in the dark, he says, “I’ll make it up to you.”

"What do you mean?”

He steps towards you, tipping his head down to whisper in your ear, “Let me make you feel good.”

~~~

Eren sees before him a girl who, just a few moments ago, looked so pitiful in the room after being rejected of her first kiss. It’s true; he doesn’t like kissing in front of others. He said it without thinking how she would react.

What he didn’t expect was for her to stagger out of the room like that. Everyone stared at him like he was the bad guy, like he is a bad guy. Mikasa was glaring daggers at him. Armin muttered something along the lines of, “You could have been a little nicer, Eren.” Even Annie, the instigator of this whole fucking mess, looked guilty.

When everyone starts to leave the room to go back to the party downstairs, Eren notices the door across the hall is now closed. He isn’t quite sure what compels him to walk over there. Before he does, he stalls by using the bathroom, contemplating what he wants to do as he washes his hands. Does he feel guilty? Maybe a little bit. He’s trying out this new “frat boy” lifestyle of not giving a fuck, but he still finds himself being guilted into doing things. Like earlier, when Mikasa and Armin begged him to stay at this party. Or like now, how this girl he doesn’t even know is guilting him into feeling like a total asshole.

He decides to walk over to the room, certain she’s in there, wallowing in her self-pity. And when she opens the door to let him in, he thinks with his dick before his brain and kisses her. It’s not a good kiss. It’s not fair to expect her to know what to do, especially since this is her first.

But when she parts her lips, he feels something. As if she’s so eager to open up for him; she’s willing to let him take control. And when she moans against his mouth, he can’t help but get turned on. He starts thinking of all the nasty things he could do to this pure, unsullied virgin.

It's wrong, it’s corrupt, it’s lewd. Maybe it’s another shameless kink he has. But he doesn’t care.

He’s going to get what he wants.

“Let me make you feel good,” he whispers.

Her eyes widen. Is it fear? Apprehension? Arousal?

His question is answered when she closes the space between them, her hands fisting his shirt and pulling him closer. They kiss, mouths open and tongues sloppy against each other. He hooks his thumbs on the belt loops of her jeans and pulls her towards the bed with only the dim moonlight from the window guiding them in the darkness.

They stumble onto the bed together, her on top of him, kissing while their hands roam around each other’s bodies. When he slides his fingers to the hem of her pants, he asks, “Can I touch you?”

When she says, “Yes,” he quickly unbuttons and unzips her jeans. She slides out of her pants, clad in only her panties from the waist down. He feels for her pussy, finding a wet spot already forming on the cloth. He chuckles against her ear and purrs, “Already wet for me, huh?”

He slides his middle finger past the fabric, her pussy plush and wet from arousal. When he slips inside her, he feels her stiffen against him.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

She nods but doesn’t say anything. She must be nervous. Before he goes any deeper, he tells her, “Just relax. I’ll take care of you.”

In a quiet voice, she obliges. “Okay.”

He fingers her gently, listening for any sounds of pleasure from her lips. Her body relaxes on top of him as she starts moaning softly against his neck.

“Think you can take another finger?” he asks, his cock hard beneath her.

“Yes. I can take it.”

He slips his ring finger with his middle and fucks her slowly. After several pumps, he slows his pace and finds her grinding against him on her own.

In a low voice, he hums, “Yeah, fuck yourself on my fingers. Just like that. Good girl.”

She moans as she moves herself onto him, the wet noises from her arousal like music to his ears. He guides his thumb over to her clit and starts rubbing it gently, waiting to hear her reaction. She whimpers at his touch, making him rub her clit faster and harder as he presses his fingers deeper into her cunt.

Does she ever touch herself like this? Does she know how to make herself feel good? He can’t help but wonder as he feels her pussy tighten around his digits, cum coating his ring and index finger with each thrust. She’s rigid above him, mouth open in a silent moan as she rides out the rest of her orgasm against his palm. He keeps touching her until she relaxes beside him on the bed, eyes dazed and breath shallow. He removes himself from her and stares at his glistening hand.

For a split second, he’s tempted to suck her cum off his fingers. But he quickly shuts down the idea in his head, convincing himself that such an act is too intimate, too nasty to be shared between two strangers.

Instead, he shoves his hand down his pants to wrap his wet fingers around his hard cock and starts stroking himself.

In her haze, she pulls his pants and briefs down his legs to expose his erection. She reaches her hand over his and whispers, “Let me make you feel good.”

Hearing her repeat his own words from just a few minutes ago makes his cock twitch. He smirks at her and teases, “Do you know how?”

She sits up and kneels next to him, her head down at his abdomen. “Can you teach me?” With her mouth open, she sticks her tongue out. Ready and willing for him.

“Show me what you can do first.”

Without hesitation, she wraps his lips around the tip of his cock as he strokes his shaft. The feel of her warm mouth around him makes him tense up with pleasure. He removes his hand and sits up on his elbows to get a better look at her. “Go ahead. Show me what this virgin can do.”

He watches her intently as she takes him into her mouth. From this angle, he can only see the back of her head bobbing back and forth. What he can’t see, she makes up for in touch. The way her wetted lips wrap around him, the slide of her tongue as she drags it up and down his shaft. Her nose brushing against the hair on his groin with every plunge. How her first three fingers grip the base of his cock while her pinky and ring graze against his balls. If only he could see the way she makes his cock disappear down her throat.

It's not necessarily the best blowjob he’s ever received. To be fair, this is her first time. But for someone who claims to lack experience, she sure is eager. Eager to do a good job. Eager to make him come.

As he reaches his orgasm, he warns her, “I’m gonna come,” tugging lightly at her hair to pull her off. She releases his dick from her mouth, as he expects. But then, she lays the tip on her tongue as she strokes his cock vigorously.

“Fuck,” he mutters, shutting his eyes and releasing his cum into her mouth. When he’s spent, she sits up and faces him. Even through the darkness of the room, he sees her lips, shiny from spit and slick as she swallows his load. He shudders at the sight.

~~~

You lay your head on the pillow beside Eren. His eyes are still shut from his high when he asks, “Where did you learn to do that?”

“Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I’m not horny. I watch porn and read things online,” you answer, matter of fact.

He lets out a small laugh. “I guess I didn’t think of that.”

You lay in silence next to each other for another minute or two, before he says, “Just so you know, this is going to be a one-time kind of thing, alright?”

It catches you off guard. As calmly as you can muster, you respond, “If you say so.”

“I just don’t find you interesting enough to keep this going.”

Ouch. Again, attempting to keep your composure, you comment, “Well, thanks for being honest, I guess.” How else are you to supposed to respond to a cold statement like that?

With the sudden mood change, you decide it’s best to just leave. You get up, grab your jeans from the floor, and slide them back on, ignoring momentarily the nature of your wet panties. Eren stays still on the bed, eyes open and staring up at the ceiling.

You shuffle over to the door and quickly mutter, “I guess I’ll see you around or whatever.” Not bothering to wait for a response, you exit and make your way to the bathroom down the hall.

While you clean yourself up, rinsing your mouth out in the process, you think about exactly what transpired in the past half hour.

Eren Jaeger, who apparently is this fuck boy extraordinaire, kisses you, fingers you, whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Then, after you give him the best blowjob of your life, which isn’t saying much considering it’s the first and only, he makes it a point to tell you that this will never happen again. Because of how uninteresting and unappealing he finds you.

You look at your reflection in the mirror and feel sick. How could you let this guy, this asshole, be your first kiss? Your first sexual experience? How could you let him touch you like that? You blame erotic fiction novels for your actions, thinking you can make the bad boy interested in you after showing how eager and willing you are to do whatever he wants.

In reality, all you did was let a frat boy come in your mouth and make you feel bad about yourself at the end of it. He feels nothing towards you. Nothing.

On the other hand, you can’t help but think about the things he did do right, before it all went wrong. His mouth on yours, the way he pulls you on top of him, his fingers pumping in and out of you expertly as he whispers seductive phrases into your ear.

Let me make you feel good.

Just relax. I’ll take care of you.

Just like that.

Good girl.

You know he’s an asshole. You know you should stay away. Nothing good can come out of it. He’ll never feel anything for you. Never. Accept the fact that you made a mistake and move on.

How can a mistake feel so fucking good?

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do you feel as negatively about lesbians writing F/F fanfic as you do about the state of fanfic / how women engage with fanfic overall?

that is a fair question. fujos and (het) self-inserters are an easy target because they’re the majority of fic writers, and since most of everything is bad, there is naturally going to be a lot of really really bad man-centric fic. it’s easy to complain about them because of that. I’m sure there is also a lot of really terribly written f/f content too, very little of which touches on anything I’m actually interested in reading about. do I believe it’s literally impossible to write anything of value if you’re using other people’s characters? no, that would be absurd. but I’ll quote myself from an older, deleted blog:

“I just find it weird how fanfic, generally speaking, has homogenized to the point that in nearly every single fandom for every single book, movie, show, every genre and every medium, all have basically the same stories with the same plots and tropes no matter where you look. if you check every fandom it will be heavily weighted toward m/m, slash, yaoi, whatever the term is nowadays… and for the most part, even if explicit fic is a minority within the fandom itself, the most popular fic will always be porn or long fic that includes porn.”

“…it seems to always, in my experience, utilize a terribly pedestrian narrative style. combine that with shared tropes and source materials and the majority of fanfic has you reading the same things over and over with little variation other than maybe a different perspective. I can count on one hand the number of fics that have impressed me with experimentation! the vast majority are just… blah. blah blah. these two characters have sex. these two characters pine for each other for a really long time and then have sex.”

those posts were written a few years ago, but they’re still true. and the reasons for that are fairly simple: fanfic is, by its very nature, derivative, and the barrier to entry (publishing) is extremely low, making it easy for children + less skilled writers to throw their hats in. in addition, there is a strong, decades-old taboo against “unsolicited concrit” which is expressed as “don’t like, don’t read.”

when you put all of these things together, what you get is a community that is A) very repetitive and B) very averse to challenging itself. that is not the recipe for genuine and raw artistic expression. it’s mass-produced unedited shit from people chasing the high of their favorite tropes. they are not interested in improving.

you have people who will admit to reading nothing but fanfic! and the people who read nothing but fanfic will go on to write more fanfic, at which point the cycle of degradation is unavoidable, because all they want is more of what fanfic offers: predictable, clearly labeled content made according to a formula that has been perfected for the broadest appeal + max kudos.

fanfic readers love tropes. they live for tropes. their “plotting” (lol), their dialogue, their characters and character dynamics are saturated with tropes. that’s why YA literature is starting to market itself on the basis of tropes - they sell! little soundbites. easy money. because fanfic readers are generally not interested in anything that might surprise them. they don’t like risk. that’s why they’re reading the same shit about the same characters over and over and over again. and these tropes, which are picked from and regurgitated into fic after fic after fic, become further and further removed from any genuine expression of human emotion. they become abstract. nonsensical. for the most part, fetish fodder. and if that is the only thing you’re reading……. It’s literally over🙁

because most fanfic is about sex or romance, and because most fanfic is written by women, and because most women are heterosexual, f/f content is considerably rarer than the alternatives. writing about women does marginally broaden the scope of what fanfic is interested in/capable of exploring, but it doesn’t solve the main, underlying problem of what fanfic is and how people (mostly women) engage with it.

are there some good lesbian fanfics out there? probably! but that isn’t the norm. is it the end of the world if you read fanfic? no! but also read real books and write something original please.

#ask

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bake me please finale thoughts, feelings, etc.

normally i only break down whole eps for last twilight but this finale sure is. a finale. definitely is one of those.

this shit with the social media feels very dramatic for some cakes. like??? listen, i work in social media for a small company, this year we had something VERY major fuck up one of our shipments, but even with that huge fuck up no one responded even close to this lmao. this is ridiculous and overly dramatic - which like, i know the show has been, but this just felt dumb.

well that's not true, you just had a whole fit last episode about how Sweetheart managed to rip off your recipe, so like... someone is definitely making that cake, bud. i don't get his obsession with the torta caprese, you are not the only one capable of making it. make a fucking croquembouche and then i'll be impressed.

and once again Peach saves the fucking day. how did any of you live without him? like honestly, the amount of physical and emotional labor Peach takes on is INSANE. why is he the most well adjusted person in a group of 5 adult men? i'm begging you all to pass the singular brain cell you share around.

not that Peach is perfect, because he then lies to Guy, says he has the flu, and expects Guy not to show up and try to take care of him? buddy Guy is besotted with you, he cried because you were crying, of course he's going to try and come take care of you.

so here's something i liked about this conversation - that there was a conversation. Guy found out Peach lied, Peach apologized, and they talked it through. not all of Guy's responses were perfect but he listened and he didn't shout or lash out. he took time to hear Peach and understand what was going on.

and instead of shouting, he tells Peach to go.

so there's absolutely a parallel here to draw between Shin telling Guy not to come back and Guy telling Peach not to come back - just like Shin, Guy is hurting. he doesn't want Peach to go, doesn't want to say goodbye, but he knows that's what Peach wants and he's willing to let him go. the difference comes in that this is very likely also the perfect opportunity for Guy to seek some distance. he's recently been rejected by Peach and knows there's no place for his feelings with Peach, so it would be better for them both if they can have that space.

he communicates it in a way that's better than Shin, without the shouting and the hurt and the insult, just a quiet resignation. and you see Peach isn't that upset, not even half as upset as Guy was when Shin said the very same thing to him - because Sweetheart isn't where Peach wants to be and both he and Guy know that.

WELL THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE INFORMATION TO HAVE IN EPISODE 1. so Shin, Oab, and Guy started Temptation together and were all shareholders, which is both pretty impressive and makes Guy leaving all the more tragic. i can get why Shin was so hurt, but Guy's hurt is amplified as well because he went into a business with his friends and was sidelined, essentially.

i am so glad to see him come home, though. what Guy shows us is sometimes you need space and time to gather your thoughts, feelings, and gain perspective on what matters most to you. after everything Guy still came back because this place and these people are his home.

"My ego is not as important as this shop and all our efforts."

wow what a mature thing to say, amazing. what a concept. Why the fuck wasn't Guy our main.

okay, I know I'm on my Guy soapbox, I'll get off it soon, but just - Guy being the one to take Peach back to Shin? what the FUCK. it hurts. it hurts so bad. he literally takes Peach by the hand and leads him back to Shin so they can reconcile. from his earlier talk with Shin he knows he feels bad, he knows he misses Peach, and from Peach's rejection he knows Peach misses Shin. he puts all of his own love and feelings aside to bring them back together. i know he did some shady and petty shit but he really is the Guy (lol) of all time.

the fact that Shin apologizes better to Guy than to Peach drives me up a wall. Shin talks to Peach about not being firm enough and being impatient or whatever and it's like CAN YOU JUST SAY YOU'RE SORRY? i'm begging you to apologize for not listening, for calling his dream stupid, etc. NOT FOR NOT BEING FIRM ENOUGH WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?

NO. ANGRY BUZZER NOISE. NOPE. PEACH YOU DID NOTHING WRONG. YOU COMMUNICATED ALMOST THE ENTIRE TIME UNTIL YOU FELT LIKE YOU COULDN'T ANYMORE. YOU PUT THAT 'WE' BACK IN YOUR MOUTH.

their reconciliation just felt so weird, like Shin never apologizes for FUCKING CALLING PEACH'S DREAM STUPID like??? hello? i would not be able to move past that, myself. dreams are all we have in this shitty difficult world and then you're gonna insult someone's dream? get fucked.

okay i'll admit i did REALLY like the parallels of these two scenes, this was very sweet and well done. and that sassy look between Guy and Oab - i'll be a GuyPeach bitch until i die but it was very cute and very suggestive.

i am not buying this for an instant though, from Guy or Oab. i think they both loved Peach and Shin very much, but saying this might make moving on easier for them both. i don't know what world Guy lives in but crying because Peach is crying? that's not something you do for a simple crush. rushing to his house because you heard he was sick? not crush behavior. but whatever makes it easier to move on babes.

having the family reunited after all of this feels so fucking good, though. i'm going to talk about this a lot more later but they're my comfort idiots, your honor.

AND GRANDMA SURVIVED TO THE END!! WE DID IT!!! HELL YEAH!!

alright since this is basically the end i'm just going to talk about the things i liked and didn't like about this show and the ending. i haven't read anyone else's posts because i really didn't want to be influenced and i'm glad i sat with my thoughts for a bit.

what i really enjoyed about Bake Me Please is the warmth of it all and the aesthetics. there are so many beautiful shots in this show it's almost like a work of art. they do so much with light, framing, the food, etc. it really is a delight to watch. the plot was fine, a little rushed at times but that's to be expected with 6 episodes, it wasn't anything special and it wasn't terrible - it just was. i think @mikuni14 really said it the best that one of the most charming things about Bake Me Please is that each character feels like a real person you could come across in your day to day life and this is both for better or for worse, because sometimes people are so frustrating. they don't feel like characters or caricatures but actual fleshed out people and i love that, because i would sometimes forget i was watching a show.

another thing i loved from BMP is Atom and Oab's relationship. it's so easy for shows to make brothers rivals, to pit them against each other, but Atom and Oab have so much love and support for each other and it was so refreshing to see. Atom doesn't want to work at a bakery but he does it for Oab because he loves him and wants to help him - and Oab knows he doesn't want to work there and is doing it in part because of their mother and promises to help and support Atom when he does find his dream. i could watch an entire show just about the two of them, i really fell in love with their love for each other.

i also very much appreciated the reunion and the way they all came back together as a family. they're a collection of broken pieces and i suppose Peach has become to glue to hold them together (though i wish he didn't have to be.) the atmosphere of the bakery is completely changed, there's palpable joy in the environment, and hopefully they can continue this feeling.

now what didn't i like? Shin and Peach's entire relationship feels like such an emotional weight thrust onto Peach's shoulders. at every turn it's up to Peach to draw Shin out of his shell, to mend missteps, to learn how to navigate around Shin, and it feels like Peach dancing with a brick wall rather than the two of them waltzing together. i didn't really find them getting together all that satisfying, especially not once they'd slept with each other. i will say, all of this did put an spotlight on how important communication is in relationships, so for nothing else i suppose there is that.

i guess it's not just Peach either, though. the emotional weight of Shin and his attitude and hang ups is really put on everyone else and very, very, VERY fucking rarely does Shin ever take any PROPER responsibility for that. he says a few sorries, not as many as he should imo, and everyone just moves on.

this isn't just me shitting on Shin, though. i really didn't like the constant referring to Shin as heartless. like, fuck, those are your friends!! the people you went into business with!! ouch!! so i can get why he was a dick sometimes but you cannot go through your whole ass adult life acting like that to everyone. and we do see he has a few wake up calls, especially when encountering Oab's mom.

which brings me to my next gripe - i hope that woman explodes. they showed us quite a bit of her and her shitty attitude and all of that led nowhere. i'm not saying i needed some great sob story of her realizing all the pressure she was putting on her kids, etc. i just wish we'd seen.. more, i guess. even if it wasn't resolved or there was no happy ending. generational trauma is such a hot topic these days and Asian families arguably suffer from it more than others. it would have been nice to see some of that explored and seen Oab be less of a doormat - or at least take steps in that direction.

i also wish we'd seen more development between Guy and Oab rather than just these little crumbs at the end. i can't help but feel like they were two consolation prizes just coming together because why not? and it's like, i don't know, i'd rather see something form slowly over time and maybe before the finale - like simultaneous with them dealing with their feelings for Shin and Peach maybe they also struggle with some burgeoning feelings for each other. i think that's the only reason i can't get into them too much, there's just nothing there for me to really latch onto emotionally.

finally, i'm disappointed Peach's dream is never addressed. sure, they sell his grandma's cakes in the shop now - but those are the cakes that inspired SHIN. everything is once again about SHIN. how is Shin supporting Peach? what is Peach's current trajectory towards his dream? it's giving woman with high aspirations gets married and becomes a house wife while her husband gets all the glory. yuckers.

sometimes the show also just kind of felt like one big excuse to make their music videos. the videos are good! i listened to Poom's on repeat today, but idk. i just wonder why this show was made. what message were they trying to convey? i get not all media has to be this big, deep thing but i just really feel like i missed the why here. maybe it was just to enjoy the aesthetics, the music, and have something short and low key? and if that's the case it did really nail it!

all in all, i'm not upset i watched it, Chef Guy will always have an incredibly special place in my blorbo heart, and i would recommend it for anyone who might want a short, casual palatte cleanser show between heavier shows (i know it has been a great break in my week between all the heavy shows airing right now)

i think we can all agree Poom was the best thing to come out of this show and it was a great way to showcase his exceptional acting skills and put him on our radar. i cannot wait to see more of him in the future.

i hope you guys have enjoyed the gifsets and my rambling, i'm smooching you all, and have a happy holidays!

meta tag loves: @callipigio

#bunn meta #userjamiec #bake me please #bake me please the series #shinpeach #guypeach #guyoab

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