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FANDOM: Attack on Titan CONTENT: Hange Zoe x Female Reader - drabble (100 words); light teasing, fluff

"—and then you push the French press here." Hange instructs. "Mm... do you smell that, hon?"

You frown. "Smell what?"

"The cherries, chocolate—"

You stare.

It's just that your partner has rolled up the sleeve of their shirt while they show you how to make coffee, forearms braced against the counter, flexed hands and protruding veins and all—and you suddenly feel like a Victorian woman flustered at the sight of forearms.

"Hange," you finally interrupt. "Why're you making coffee tasting look so... sensual?"

"… Huh?"

"Nevermind."

"Nu-uh…" A teasing grin spreads across their face. You groan. "Sensual, you say?"

Day 6 of Fav Blorbo x Reader Drabble Month. Challenge organized by @thedrabblecollective.

Robert Robertson x Reader (Dispatch)

The whirr of an ancient computer and a yawn signaled your coworker’s arrival. You knocked lightly on the wall of his cubicle. Robert spun in his chair to face you. “Hey, morning.”

“Morning! I uh, brought you coffee.” You held out the mug. His fingers brushed yours when he took it, startlingly warm.

“Mm, sweet.” You blushed, not sure how to respond, before you realized he meant the drink. “Thanks.”

“Yeah. I thought you looked tired.” Fuck, that didn’t come out right-

“Well damn. Here I was thinking no one could tell.” He smiled slightly, enough to soften the sarcasm.

Harry’s never seen Molly’s eyes so wide, or so teary. 

“Molly—that’s not what I meant.”

“Harry, dear, you said Draco won’t wear them.”

“Unless!” Harry adds desperately, clutching her hand. “Unless they’ve got an H. He doesn’t feel—” A whisper, now. “Worthy. Of having his own.”

“Oh—the poor boy!”

“Put a D on mine,” Harry begs. “Please, Molly. For me? Put a big D on mine.”

Molly pats Harry’s face. “Of course, love. It’ll be our little secret.”

“What secret?” Draco demands behind him.

Harry whirls, sweating. “I love you.”

Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes x Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: When violence strikes, love—as sweet as sugar maples—endures.

Word Count: 100 Word Drabble

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/82327261

A tapestry of color—maple foliage crunches beneath your feet.

Warm orange—the heat of Steve’s embrace… Cinnamon—woodsy, spicy; lips softly graze yours…

Rich plum—Bucky’s sweet scent… The tickle of whiskers; a nose gently nuzzles your temple…

Ivy climbs the sugar maple—lungs constrict.

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“Darling.” A wince; Steve’s thumb lightly blotting purple flesh.

“Who hurt you?” Smooth metal cups your cheek.

Ivy tightens—in, out; breaths burst.

“Darling, you are so loved.” Two voices; one vow. “Please tell us.”

A photograph on the mantelpiece—their gaze follows.

“Family will never hurt you again.”

animals groom for lots of different reasons, but dominance is one. The difference between cats and bunnies though, is that cats consider grooming as a show of dominance, while bunnies consider grooming as submission. Put them together and it’s clear what will happen.

Cat-like yandere spoiling their darling with any clothes or beauty products they want, washing them without darling lifting a finger. They control your needs, so they control you. Rabbit-like darling receives, and if they’re constantly on their knees, being above them must be your natural place.

Robards sighs so heavily it could probably wake the dead. “I’m going to keep this brief.”

Harry glances at Draco in the chair next to him. His collar is askew, hair rumpled, pink mark stark on his neck. Harry clears his throat, needing to look away, shuffling in his seat. “What is this about, sir?”

Robards pushes a paper across the desk. DMLE RELATIONSHIP POLICY. He eyes them gravely.

Leaning against the door to the bunk you tucked your knees to your chest trying to comfort yourself but it was no use. The tears wouldn’t stop rolling down your cheeks no matter how hard you tried to compose yourself.

You knew you should have protected your heart, not getting close to the blonde biker but no you had to fall in love with him causing yourself a shit ton of hurt in the process.

Until today.

Seeing you in a black dress—you had insisted on no white the day you went to the boutique with him—made his stomach churn and heart squeeze.

He had you. He had your touch and gaze, a gaze no longer his. The realization didn't hit him until now.

Gone are the days you confessed your love and he thought you were joking. Gone are the days you would stare at him like he was the sun.