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chiliyue-archived · 11 months

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What His Kisses Feel Like

Includes; Riddle, Ace, Ruggie, Azul, Jade, Floyd, Kalim, Jamil, Rook, Idia, Malleus, Lilia, Silver

Gender Neutral Reader

Not Requested

Tags; Lots of smooches <33 gets a little bit suggestive 😳 but it's all SFW and sweet!

His kisses feel inexperienced and hesitant as though holding back but not by his own will. RIDDLE is afraid and unsure of what love may come with; however, He easily succumbs to your gentle touches, fingers cupping your cheeks as he pecks you carefully on the lips - perhaps even your cheek as well, carrying meaning that he has yet came to understand himself but one he's already intoxicated with.

A smooch that leaves you in a fit of laughter, a grin spreading on both your lips as he holds you close. ACE'S kisses you unpredictably, lips chasing your own with fingers holding onto your chin with a teasing gaze in his eyes. His words are dripping with mirth as he teases your cruely but gives in because he is just as touch-starved too. His pecks leave a fleeting feeling within your chest, a hidden shyness behind his kisses as he melts within the moment. You're kisses are some form of drug to him, making him chase you for more.

Greedy and somewhat messy are RUGGIES amongst privacy. He steals any moment to press his lips on your own saccharin ones. He playfully eclicts giggles from you as he nibbles softly on your bottom lip. A would smirk plaster itself on his face, admiring the growing blush in your face though he too adorns a growing red that reveals just how weak you make him. Exchanges his food for a kiss; each bite of his donuts is one peck tohis cheek. Sounds like a good deal, hm?

AZUL'S is filled with so many emotions in the moment. Shyness, as he shares an intimate kiss that leaves him flustered yet secretly begging for more. Uncertainty, as he questions if his lips are too rough or if he pulled away too quick, eyes gazing at your reaction for answers. Azul who- despite his experience with getting what he wants, finds himself stuttering and fuming at the idea of asking a kiss from you; his fingers tightening around his pen as he imagines how soft your lips are, and well he can't keep his eyes off it either.

JADE, who knows every little thing he can do to makes you become nothing but a flustered puddle within his hands. His kisses are seemingly innocent, pressing against your own before becoming feverish whilst gloved hands rest on the small of your back. When you pull away, you're practically huffing for breath and the while he remains unfazed other than a slight red hue on his cheeks as evidence. He kisses you on the forehead, brushing your hair out of the way as he bids you a good morning or night or simply just as a quick goodbye. Jade who chuckles softly whenever you request a kiss from him, but no worries, he will never deny you anything.

His kisses leave bruises unapologetically. FLOYD kisses you whenever he pleases, latching onto any exposed parts of your skin with fervor. He won't stop kissing you until your lips are swollen red or when slight blemishes are forming for his eyes to see. He is quite greedy in his approach, greedy hands kneading at you as he pulls you in a kiss that will leave you breathless. His pecks are but unpredictable, pressing against your face suddenly before pulling away to admire the blooming blush in your face; and honestly, Floyd wouldn't have it any other way.

His kisses feel like genuine butterflies are resting among your face, feathery and light that coaxes a series of soft laughter from both you and him. KALIM loves to kiss in such a manner, drawing his lips from one spot to another, words of 'I love you' playfully falling from his mouth with keep lingering peck. While he may be an unpredictable force, there is one thing that is certain; and that is his desire to spoil you rotten, including physical affection. He kisses you until you physically have to pry him off, a small playful pout coming to him. But so long as you're happy, he'll be as well.

JAMIL, who becomes terribly shy during the beginning stages of your blooming relationship. His face becomes a slight red at the idea of kissing you. He's unsure of what to do. Where does his hand go? Should he pull away, don't you need to breathe? Though that quickly becomes disregarded when you gently press a loving kiss to his lips, his hands finding its way to your hips. He can't quite place his finger to the emotions it eclicts from him, but he feels incredibly greedy towards the affection you give, soaking it in and returning a few kisses of his own. He increasingly becomes more teasing as he grows more comfortable, pulling and yearning for your attention. Any form of affection from his beloved is worth more than a jewel can possibly hold.

His kisses leave you giggling and playfully rolling your eyes from all the things he did. ROOK is a charmer by nature. His words are bittersweet, rising a blush to your cheeks as his lips press chaste pecks to the back hand. Gentle fingers would also grip your chin, sending you a playful smile as he closes the gap between you, coaxing butterflies to dance along the surface of your chest. His touch is so gentle, his kisses feathery and leave you slightly shivering. And afterwards his lips brush against the shell of your ear as he serenades you and leaves you weak in the knees.

IDIA, who nearly curls up into a ball when you go to kiss him. His face is becoming unbearably hot, the tip of his hair flaring as your saccharin lips press against his own. His fingers become fidgety, unsure where to go or what to do, so he settles on connecting his pinky with yours. His kisses feel inexperienced, a hint of want as he secretly desires for another kiss. So instead he does that thing where you press your index fingers together, making silly kissy faces intil he garners the courage to do the actual thing. After the first kiss, you might sometimes catch him staring at your lips.

MALLEUS, who is a quick learner. His kisses go from hesitating brushes to your bare skin to lingering and fervish as he becomes more accustomed to romance. His kisses can be a mixture of different things; heated, leaving you breathless and chest burning from the lack of oxygen, but it was too intoxicating to stop. Soft and gentle, a contrast to the stigma placed against him as his lips trail against your forehead, lulling you to a state of peace. Curious, as he observes the different reactions he can pull from you, your composed demeanor wavering from a single peck to your collarbone.

He leaves you stunned and incapable of forming coherent words. It's as though he's knocked off your feet, and perhaps he did - both figuratively and literally, his arms wrapping away your waist as he closes the distance for a sweet kiss. LILIA is all about leaving you guessing and anticipating more, leaving a trail of kissing amongst your bare skin only to giggle and leave you hanging for more. Those fangs of his nibble gently on your bottom lip, relishing the warm hues that rises on your cheeks and the goosebumps that are left from his hands hot trail.

His kisses feel as though you are fluttering through the clouds, feathery and light to your features. SILVER, who treats you as royalty, kissing the back of your hand, wrist, and temples with the utmost care. Silver, who becomes absorbed in your kisses, senses drowning out into a rhythmic pulse. He only pulls away to take a breath of air, breath heavy against your lip before repeating the action again and again until his lips are brushed with magenta, puffy yet still yearning for more.

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soleilnomoon · 11 months

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Hi Kaia could i order white chocolate,fruit tart,glazed Donut,nougat,Donut hole,with caramel and whipped cream for one piece men: (Luffy ,Rayliegh ,Ace, Zoro, Sanji ,Shanks,and Law) plz and thank you

hihi ty for being patient angel 🥰️ i def took some liberty w. this one, but i think i like how all of them turned out; you gave me a tall order but *clenches fist* i survived 💛💛💛 anyway, ty for requesting hope you like it :)

3.2k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; smut, some angst, fluff (wow i know), hurt/comfort; feat. luffy being a total menace, rayleigh being the dilf we all want, ace being mischievous as ever, zoro being a dumbass, sanji being overwhelmed, shanks being the absolute worst, and law trying to teach reader a lesson. also feat. cute stuff like: ass grabbing, rough (consensual sex), exhibitionism & public sex, lil bondage, jealousy, orgasm denial, some sof smut™ (who am i), oral (f receiving), fingering, oral (m receiving), idk other stuff probably. y/n has no self preservation ofc, these men are ridiculous (i love them). (if u see grammar/spelling mistakes no u didn't <3)

it isn’t your intention, but somehow you and your captain get separated from the group one afternoon while canvasing a new island. you normally don’t get lost, but luffy was teasing you all morning — pulling you aside for impromptu kisses, grabbing onto your hips from behind, his lips curled into a devilish smile against your neck with each kiss he left behind. luck was usually on your side during those instances, except it seems it’s suddenly run out.

“don’t give me that look,” you say as sternly as you can, eyes glancing around to see if any of your crew mates doubled back to look for you. luffy’s really to blame for you both getting lost, but he doesn’t want to admit that just yet; it’s more entertaining to tease you, because you’re cute when you’re annoyed. luffy wraps a hand around your wrist and pulls you further away from the path you came from.

in between kisses, you remind him that you’re both pressed for time.

“don’t worry,” he says in a low voice, “it’ll be fine, probably.” you’d slap him if he wasn’t already kissing you again, tongue licking inside your mouth hotly; you arch against him, face flushed from the heat. his kisses remind you of summers and warm breezes; your mouth still tastes like the mangos you consumed with him earlier — sticky and sweet, a taste he’ll always covet.

you squeeze your thighs together when his hand roams lower and take a shuddering breath once he backs you against a thick tree. you hike a leg around his hip, holding him close to you, humming pleasantly when you feel the growing bulge in his shorts. being this close to him makes you impulsive and you know that all you have to do is rub against him once and he’ll fuck you against that tree. but your conscience wins out and you pull away, ducking out of his hold quickly, panting lightly as you touch your lips with the tips of your fingers.

“we need to get back to the others,” your voice is a bit too high when you say that. luffy laughs at your act and plants a wet kiss on your cheek; you bicker with him playfully on the walk back while holding his hand and lacing your fingers together with his.

“i don’t normally do this. i have to go.”

that’s what you said twenty minutes ago, after you’d gotten tipsy enough to have the courage to flirt with the older man sitting next to you. the pub was crowded and you only ever came by if you didn’t want to be recognized. rayleigh had a dangerously devilish charm, one that extracted information out of you with ease.

his voice is thick and rich, his words a pretty distraction — hypnotizing you as you find yourself nodding along to his impetuous plans. he hadn’t intended on sleeping with anyone tonight, but he couldn’t resist himself once he saw you sitting there by yourself, swaying on the bar stool while humming a nameless tune.

you seemed so content to be alone, it was admirable.

he had a bright smile and a laugh that came deep from the soul; you felt your body flush at the thought of kissing him suddenly. you blamed the alcohol for making you foolish, but you knew that wasn’t exactly true.

now you’re seated atop a sink in the upstairs bathroom, whimpering softly as you keep your legs spread for him. your skirt is hiked up, panties discarded somewhere — they were ruined once rayleigh whispered in your ear and suggested you carry on the conversation elsewhere; his hands were skilled, his mouth even more so.

he liked how pliable and supple your body was, how plush and soft your thighs were under his calloused hands. you shivered as he ran a finger along your slit, making you tremble as you keep as still as possible. rayleigh, you come to find, is experienced and passionate; you grow impossibly drunk from all his teasing — to the point that you’re panting and begging him to fuck you.

“all in good time.” his voice is gravelly when he nips at your exposed clavicle, cock hard and heavy; he knows he should hurry up, but something about you makes him want to take his time — so he can see all the frustrated expressions on your face. you pull him close and wrap your hand around his cock, stroking his length, rattling his nerves until he finally gives in.

he buries his cock to the hilt, hips pulling back and snapping forward roughly against you. letting out a breathy moan, you can feel just how slick your pussy is from your arousal. legs wrapped around him, you lean up to kiss along his jaw; he chuckles and indulges you, hands gripping your thighs, fingers likely to leave bruising marks behind from how tight he’s holding you. rayleigh fucks with you with fervor and selfishness that serves as a daunting reminder — that you’ll never find someone else like him after this.

“ace,” you pant as quietly as you can, but you’re struggling badly. the 2nd division commander has you in a back hallway on the ship early in the morning. he’s grinning like a fool, clearly entertained by your insistence on keeping quiet. he kisses you as he knocks his hips against yours, his cock sliding deeper inside your pussy; he holds you up against the wall as your legs stay wrapped around him.

you buck your hips against his, doing your best to match his thrusts, but his strokes are deadly and frenzied.

“wait, wait, ace slow down,” you whisper, sighing pleasantly when his cock reaches a sweet spot that has you clenching around him tightly.

“can’t,” he says in response, breath warm against your jaw, “stay. unless you want to get caught.” he gives you a meaningful look that’s accompanied with a smirk. you purse your lips but shake your head. it would be easier if you could stay mad at him, but he’s too cute and funny and attractive — plus, you like that he’s bold enough to fuck you in public without a care in the world. you hear voices off in the distance and panic, eyes widening as you look back at him.

but ace only winks and tells you to hold on tight.

as you bite down on the fleshy part of your palm to keep yourself from screaming, ace pummels his thick cock into your cunt mercilessly, balls slapping against you loudly. the sound is lewd and tantalizing; you find that you can barely keep up with his thrusts, but you do your best anyway.

apparently, he’s determined to make you cum before your crew mates catch you. and as much as he jokes that he wouldn’t care if someone saw you, a small wave of jealousy passes through him at the thought of anyone seeing you like this. he wants to finish up quickly so he can take you somewhere more private. it’s when he bites your neck roughly and pants against your skin that you cum unexpectedly, a blinding, white hot flash filling your vision as you forget yourself and scream his name.

the rain has yet to let up, not that it matters to you since you’re trapped in yet another argument with your thick-skulled boyfriend. you can’t even remember what triggered the argument in the first place, and because stuff like this makes you extra sensitive, you end up crying.

he sighs at the sight of your face flushing and eyes closing as you try to wipe away the tears, as if they were bothersome and unnecessary. guilt eats away at his chest, making it hard to swallow or breathe; he knows he should apologize, but he’s just so terrible at it. so, he does the one thing he knows how to do — apologize with his hands and mouth.

the mattress is soft beneath him as you straddle his hips and slowing sink onto his cock; you both shed your clothes some time ago, lips swollen from kissing him hungrily, an insatiable need seeping into your pores and making you greedy. you place kisses along the base of his throat, hips rocking forward as he thrusts into your cunt slowly. and while he’d love to just fuck you senseless — something quick and dirty — he knows that you’d appreciate his apology more if he took his time.

so, he does.

you sigh against his lips, fingers threading through his hair, tugging on the short strands. his chest is broad and firm, your nipples harden each time they rub against his light brown skin. slipping your tongue into his mouth, you cradle his face in your hands as he continues to give you broad, sensual strokes that have you whimpering in the most pathetic way against him. he likes you like this, though, and tells you as much when he presses a kiss along your jaw.

he finds forgiveness when you bounce on his cock a little harder, his hands rough against your skin as he grabs onto your ass to thrust into your pussy at a devastating pace. tears coat your eyelashes, but they primarily because zoro’s fucking you like he loves you. and maybe he does; you don’t want to think about that too much, because the intimacy behind it scares you.

jealousy, you think, looks good on him.

sanji rarely likes to show his true jealous side to you, it’s less playful and much more charged, possessive but you don’t mind that at all. earlier, zoro had offered to help train you and before you could turn him down — you’d seen firsthand just how brutal he is with his workouts — sanji was already up in arms over it. they argued for the entire afternoon, but by then you were already annoyed over the situation and dragged sanji off to calm him down.

his face is flushed when you kiss him suddenly and pull him into a broom closet without thinking too much about it. you can’t remember if you locked the door, but it doesn’t really matter. all you care about is wanting to give your silly boyfriend a little bit of attention.

your idea of giving attention is rubbing his half-hard cock through his pants, smiling slyly against his lips when you feel him shiver. in one fluid motion, you sink to your knees, fingers quickly unzipping his pants and tugging it lower. you pull his cock out and admire the shape of it, the slight curve always made your mouth water; before he can say anything, your tongue darts out and swipes at his slit, the pre-cum slightly salty in your mouth.

you make a big show of licking your lips, which only causes another flush to stain his cheeks. whenever you get like this, he has no choice but to follow your whims; he likes that about you, a lot. that you take charge and keep him grounded whenever his feelings get to be a bit too much for him to handle.

he opens his mouth to apologize, but you kiss his tip and he forgets all about it, mind short-circuiting momentarily, which gives you the opportunity to take him by surprise again.

“i don’t care that you’re jealous,” your voice is honeyed and sweet, wrapping itself around him comfortably, a lust-filled haze taking over his mind when you wrap your lips around him and suck. you run your tongue flat along his length, taking your time to lick all over before you take his cock into your mouth completely.

sanji’s breath slows and he does his best to not fuck your face, but then you’re massaging his balls and bobbing your head faster — so he does the most impractical thing and bucks his hips forward and thrusts his cock further down your throat. you gag around him, the pressure intense but welcomed; if he didn’t already know that you like it rough, he’d feel bad — and he still does, but he hasn’t voiced that out loud just yet. you don’t care though; truly, you don’t. you just want him to feel as relaxed as possible, but how can he relax when your mouth is warm and wet, when you’re looking at him tenderly, like you’d be on your knees for him every day if he asked you?

you let him have his way, and he doesn’t last very long, but you keep still, hold onto his thighs, nails sinking into his skin when his cock goes a little too deep. when he sees the tears roll down your cheeks, it ignites something in him and he cums in your mouth, your name a soft chant that tumbles out of his parted lips. he feels feverish and dizzy, but very much alive. you rub your thighs together as you swallow the thick load, smiling prettily at him, head tilted slightly while you boldly ask, “do you feel better now?”

he knows better than to piss you off, but he does it intentionally anyway. the captain of the red hair pirates loves pushing your buttons; he likes when you roll your eyes at him, when you pout cutely and demand he take you seriously; he likes when you don’t stop him when he kisses you openly, mouth possessively staking its claim against yours.

if you weren’t so used to his whims, you’d have the decency to act bashful.

you have a short temper that he’s been warned about time and time again; except, shanks doesn’t fucking listen — nor does he care.

so when he has you bent over one of the tables in the kitchen late one night after you both argued and drank and argued again, you have no choice but to forgive him. especially when he his thick cock is buried deep inside your pussy, his large hand pressing down on your lower back as you grip the sides of the table. your legs shake, but you know better than to complain right now. shanks fucks you hard, the wooden table scraping against the floor every time his hips knock roughly against yours.

“shanks, fuck,” you cry out, chest heaving as you try to keep your sanity intact. his chuckles annoy you, but he knows that you only pretend to act annoyed with him because you like the way he makes up with you. your ass bounces back against him, jiggling from the ferocity behind his thrusts.

“careful, doll,” he grabs your hip to power into you — his strokes turning you into a mumbling, delirious mess, “thought you didn’t want us to get caught.” he sounds so fucking pleased with himself, and you hate that your pussy is wet enough that you can take him without much prep. you blush at the thought of being caught and remind yourself to keep quiet.

“oh, don’t stop now on my account,” his voice lowers substantially, you crane your neck to hear him better, and you just know without having to look at him that he’s got a pleased smile on his face. that man works every nerve in your body, but you like him too much to leave him properly.

you press your lips together to stifle another moan, but then shanks keeps his hips close to yours and gives you short, rough thrusts that you struggle to keep up with. with your back arched, you make for a pretty sight; he knows he should finish quickly, but he likes watching you hold onto the edge of the table like it’s your only lifeline. you don’t even have time to process the orgasm that passes through you because it happens so suddenly.

he teases you mercilessly and without remorse, but you take it; you take the rest of his frenetic thrusts, take the way he slides his hand underneath you to rub your clit. your body is much too sensitive, and when you moan his name like that, it flips a switch in him. you doubt you’ll be able to walk properly after this, but you’re not too worried about that; shanks bullies his cock in and out of your needy hole until he’s satisfied, successfully wrenching another orgasm out of you that makes you slump over the table weakly.

“don’t tell me you’re all done,” he presses a kiss on the side of your neck, lazily grinding against you, every bit as greedy as he always is. you can barely stand, but you feel alive in the best sort of way, already forgetting that you were mad at him in the first place.

you knew better and you still didn’t listen.

the restraints around your wrists dig into your skin a bit, but they don’t hurt that much; you squirm around on the bed, not liking that you can’t touch yourself or him. but he told you earlier to behave and you still chose to ignore his warning.

now you’re paying for it.

although, you wouldn’t exactly call this sort of thing a punishment.

law’s mouth latches onto a patch of skin on your inner thigh, teeth and mouth leaving behind marks that serve as little reminders for later. you whimper softly, but he pays you no mind, instead moving to the other thigh, tongue running along your skin. you buck your hips forward to get him to touch you properly, but all he does is click his tongue at you in faux-disappointment.

“seems like you still need to learn,” he says sharply, his eyes a dark amber, the look he gives you is equal parts fierce and mesmerizing. you want to kiss him, to run your hands down his chest, but he won’t let you and you’re upset about it.

when it looks like you’re about to say something that’ll piss him off, he stuffs your panties inside of your mouth to keep you quiet. your pleas are muffled but he pulls your hips close, mouth brushing along your slit, making you tremble with need.

he knows he should probably ease up, but if he doesn’t teach you now, then you’ll keep the same bad habits and he can’t have that, now, can he? you’re nearly in tears when he finally flicks his tongue against your throbbing clit, hips jerking forward when he swirls his tongue around. you can feel your saliva dampen your panties. you close your eyes briefly, ecstasy filling every part of your body when he stops and says, “keep your eyes on me.”

you want to tell him that it’s damn near impossible, but you try to follow his instruction anyway.

law eats you out with purpose and vigor, his mouth a sinful delight as he french-kisses your pussy without restraint. he teased you for so long that your nipples ache from being hard and untouched. you could kill him for that. and law is smug in his own way, enjoying you at his leisure, slurping and licking your pussy with fervor.

you thrash against him and he holds you steady; you can barely keep your eyes open and you feel like you’re having an out of body experience when he glides his lithe fingers inside your cunt. law fingerfucks you lazily, sucking on your clit like it’s his favorite piece of candy. when you cum, your moans are strangled and garbled, vision blurring as you ride his mouth shamelessly, a sharp pain on your wrists from the way you keep tugging fruitlessly.

he could let up but won’t, taking pleasure in watching you fall apart for him; you tell yourself that once you’ve calmed down, you’ll just have to pay him back in kind later when he least expects it.

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maarigolds · 1 year

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Lucy, Lockwood and George, after everything.

(show edition. I'm not going by book canon for this one, so don't worry about spoilers)

At 21 or 22, Lockwood is the first of them that starts to lose his talent.

Which makes sense, since he's the oldest. At the beginning he refuses to even acknowledge it, but Lucy and George figure out what's happening soon enough. For a while he's just ashamed and angry and sad all the time. Then it gets better: Lucy and George get him trough it. He also calls Kipps, and they talk for hours, both coming out of it feeling almost at peace (Kipps has gone back to school and is talking about wanting to become a teacher. Which Lockwood feels like should surprise him, but actually doesn't).

Lucy is next. It breaks her heart a little (because of skull and all other type 3s) and it scares her a lot. But then she realizes how soothingly quiet the world can be at times, and lets herself think that maybe she will be alright.

George is last. And the thing is, even though it saddens him to lose the one thing that connected him to ghosts, mainly he's relieved. He's been waiting for the other shoe to drop for a while, and now that it has, he's ready for whatever may come next.

The jobs get more and more rare as they hear, see and feel less and less. Lockwood knows he could hire new kids to replace them, but in truth he doesn't really want to. Perhaps Lockwood & Co. can be laid to rest at last: after all, they've already achieved more than he ever dreamt. So the next time a client calls, he informs her they've shut down and gives her the name of an up-and-coming independent agency he's heard great things about. He only feels mildly guilty about it.

Even if they're technically not his employees anymore, George and Lucy stay. They don’t talk about it, but the idea of moving out of Portland row and living lives that aren't intrinsically intertwined feels wrong to all three of them: they're a family, after all, and nothing has to change about that.

Still, they need to make money somehow. So they muse about going far away from London, opening a bakery, living in a small house by the sea. But in the end they stay, both in the city and line of work they're used to. Because they do belong there, it's undeniable. George, of course, goes into ghost research and becomes a leading voice in the field, discovering new ways to help agents all over the country. No one is surprised, but everyone is proud. Lucy one day shows up at Barnes' office to ask him about becoming an inspector. It's the last thing either would have expected, but when he asks her why, she says it feels like the best place to be to help kids like her. To stop people like Jacobs. So he gives her a job. She's determined to change things from the inside. Barnes thinks that if someone could, it's her. And Lockwood... well, it takes a while for him to figure it out. But one evening Lucy comes home talking about a kid left deeply traumatized by a job gone wrong, and suddenly he knows. The next day he calls the bank to open up a pro bono clinic for agents and ex agents in need of psychological treatment. After less than a week they already have their first client.

Slowly but steadily, it becomes their new normal.

Lockwood sets up a study in the room on the stairs and works mainly from there. George, on the other hand, works at a lab in the City: he is the first to leave in the morning, but he always comes home soon enough to cook dinner. Lucy keeps slightly more irregular hours, and sometimes her job keeps her away for longer than she'd like. But then again she occasionally gets to come home to the adorable view of the boys fast asleep in front of the tv, so that's good.

One day Flo brings them a stray cat she found while working: they name him Donut and spoil him way too much.

Lucy starts gardening. George grows a magnificent beard (Lockwood is not jealous of it). The fridge breaks down and they have to buy a new one. Airf's son replaces him at the shop. They put up a hammock in the backyard, and spend their vacations piled into it. Mrs Burke from across the street knits them all hats for Christmas. Lockwood adds new framed articles on the walls and new knick-knacks on the bookshelves.

He's not sure when, but one day 35 Portland Row stops being the home his parents left behind and becomes his home. Their home: his, and Lucy's, and George's (and Donut's. And Kipps' when he comes over for lunch on Sundays. And Flo's when she swings by using her own keys. And Barnes' when he stays for tea after long work days).

So they keep going as they have, day after day, year after year, slowly growing older. Wounds heal and scars fade. The sun shines through the kitchen windows on summer mornings. The smell of persian food fills the air every evening. Old rapiers get dusty in the umbrella stand. There aren't any ghosts between their walls, both real and metaphorical.

Everything is alright.

#def wrote this with a cot3 mindset but it can be read as platonic #still #they're in love your honor #lockwood & co #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #george karim #lucy carlyle #poly co #locklyle #georcy #georgewood #cot3 #💙🖤🧡

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agi-ppangx · 6 months

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💭because i love you

seo changbin x gn!reader

warning: mentions of food

“gosh, what smells so good?” changbin exclaimed, looking around the street to find the source of the amazing smell. “oh, look! they sell donuts, let’s get some.” he squeezed your hand tighter and started to lead you to the donut stand. your smile dropped instantly and you exhaled loudly. “i’m good, binnie, just buy some for yourself,” you mumbled and he stopped in his tracks, a worried expression forming on his face. “are you okay? if you don’t feel well we can go back home,” he said, placing his hands on your waist and squeezing it reassuringly. you lowered your head, shaking it. “no, it’s just… it’s kind of late and we already ate dinner and i’m just really full,” you tried to sound convincing, but realised you failed miserably when you noticed changbin’s raised eyebrow. “what’s going on?” he asked in a hushed tone, cupping your face with one of his hands, the other one remaining firmly placed on your waist. “nothing! really, it’s fine, i just-” “yn, don’t lie to me. how could you be full when you’d eaten the smallest dish in the restaurant?” changbin didn’t let go, gently pushing you to confess your worries to him. he looked you deeply in the eyes and you felt your cheeks grow warmer and warmer. “i don’t have any money left, i spent all of it on dinner,” you finally confessed in a whisper, feeling embarrassed. changbin just tilted his head a bit, a confused look appearing on his face. “why didn’t you just tell me?” changbin asked after a while. “i don’t know,” you responded. “it’s embarrassing, i guess. and i didn’t want you to feel obligated to pay for me,” you added and changbin brought you to his chest. you hugged him back, hiding your rosy face in the cook of his neck. “i’m sorry,” you mumbled into his jacket and he clicked his tongue. “ah, my yn, what do i do with you?” he exclaimed, rubbing soothing circles on your back and kissing the crown of your head. “let me make it clear - we are a couple and i don’t mind paying for you, it’s not a big deal,” changbin cleared his throat, speaking again. “but i want you to be honest with me. i know it’s nothing fun to talk about, but if we want our relationship to grow and last, we have to tell each other about stuff like that, okay?” he continued and you looked up, making eye contact with him. you nodded slightly, still embarrassed, but his words made you realise how amazing and considerate of a boyfriend you had. you whispered a soft “thank you” and hugged him once again. “alright sweetheart, come on. let’s get us some of those donuts,” changbin took your hand in his and led you to the stand, where you picked the flavour. “can we get a dozen of these, too? for take-out, please” he politely asked the seller, pointing to some really tasty looking pastries. he nodded and packed you the donuts. changbin winked at you and mouthed “they’re for you.” when you were heading back to your car, you spoke. “you didn’t have to buy the entire box for me, you know?” “of course i know, but i wanted to. because i love you.”

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suzukiblu · 5 months

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For wip wednesday: weird kryptonian bonding rituals my beloved

“Thanks–” Superboy starts, then takes a bite and immediately cuts himself off, his eyes widening in surprise. “Oh my god, this is so good? Oh my god, wow, wowwwww, do you have any–”

Clark may or may not abuse his superspeed to bolt to the nearest convenience store and back again with four full boxes of different kinds of Tastycakes and also a bag of donuts and some honey buns and also milk and juice in case Superboy gets thirsty and also a replacement sandwich for Lois. He just left cash for it all on the counter and figured it’d be fine.

“Awesome!” Superboy says delightedly, making grabby hands at the Tastycakes.

“Superman!” Lois says.

“He’s a growing boy!” Clark defends reflexively, letting Superboy gleefully annex all four boxes. “Clone. Cloneboy. Not that I’m defining you just as a clone, you can be a normal boy just fine, don’t worry about it. You're not a–a weapon or a freak or a weird alien weapon freak or anything like that! At all! So don't worry about it. At all. Ever.”

“I kinda wasn't, to be honest?” Superboy says, squinting doubtfully at him. “Are you okay, Dad?”

“Yes. Yes, I'm fine,” Clark says, clearing his throat. “Thank you. Um. Do you want a honey bun?"

#anonymous #wip: weird kryptonian bonding rituals

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my-love-of-books · 2 months

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hey sorry if this is weird this is my first time requesting 😭 but can you do ftm flirty reader x five from the umbrella academy where that five is fighting some guys (you can choose who) and some how the reader gets in the fight to and helps five. Also the reader calls five pretty boy and some other flirty names like btw. Andddd thats all I couldn't think what comes after that sorry 😭 but you can continue off it tho!

Noooo I'm horrible at writing fight scenes😭 we shall try tho! The first fight I thought of was ofc the iconic gridy's donuts' fight, so wish me luck!!

Paring: five x ftm!reader —(honestly reader is pretty gn here, sorry ik thats not what you wanted anon😭)

Warning: cursing, NOT proofread (sorry), gun wound, really short

I huff and pull the stupid blazer –they said there was nothing else for me to where other than one of five's old uniforms– closer around my shoulders as I walk towards the donut shop Five had supposedly gone to. A small smile spreads across my face when I see my partner though the window, I let myself in and walk up right beside him; ignoring the older-looking man on the other side.

"Alright sweets, next time, don't run off and leave me at that house by myself, please and thank you" I say, pulling out a bar stool.

"you weren't by yourself, you had my siblings." he murmurs nonchalantly. "Right, Miss famous and the Junkie did directed me here, thought the latter would not shut up about my sex life." I laughed at the recent memory and smirked at Five. He sips his coffee; the Older man nods our way before leaving. "Gonna give me some of that?" I whisper, leaning closer to the school boy.

His eyes flicker to me, then to my lips, then back to my eyes. I raise my eyebrow at him, "In here? You perv!" I jokingly whisper. He scoffs and rolled his eyes, sipping his coffee again, but I see it's just to hide his growing blush and smile.

"You said it not me"

My devious smirk only grows "Oh come on, can't help it when you look at me so pretty-"

Suddenly the door behind us swings open and multiple men in black tactical gear with guns walk in, surrounding us. One man in particular moves to stand closer to us, almost between me and five. I sit up straighter, eyes scanning the room, looking for weaknesses; my eyes flick to the brown haired boy beside me who seems to be studying the coffee in front of him, rather than the room now full of men who want us dead. "Five" I whisper.

"that was fast... 'thought Id have more time before they found me." "Okay..." the black man's voice seemed to tremble a bit as he spoke; the corners of my mouth twitched, this would be easy. "...So let's all be professional about this yeah? On your feet and come with us. They wanna talk" "I have nothing to say"

"I do" I do my best to suppress a smirk as I stand up, Five glares at me. The mans gun swiftly moves to point at me. "It doesn't have to go this way. You think I wanna shoot kids? Go home with that on my conscience?"

"oh I wouldn't worry to much about that," I say "you won't be going home" Five finishes my sentence as he grabs a butter knife from the the counter and blinks behind the man, stabbing him in the neck. Guns start going off when I grab the, now dead, man and use him as a shield from the bullets.

"Hey assholes" Five calls from across the room, allowing me to run up to the closest man as he begins to fire at me and force his gun under his own chin in one deft motion. I glance around the room, where five is nowhere to be seen. "A little help here pretty boy?" With the attention now drawn to me I jump over the counter, hiding behind it for a moment when I here the signature *whoosh* of him blinking, this time outside of the shop, drawing their fire, before right beside me "I told you not to call me that" he practically snarled. I laughed a bit; as my shoulders moved I noticed a bullet had skimmed part of my arm. *Shit... Thats gonna hurt when the adrenaline wears of*" I think to myself, watching the blood dribble from the wound.

The lights were blinking, bullets still going off. I was trying to formulate a plan on how I could help when it all when silent. "Five?" I call out, standing up from behind the counter

"yeas darling?" He asks, tightening his tie and walking over to a still-moving man, instantly breaking his neck. "N- nothing just got worried for a second" my arm began to throb.

He helps me over the counter, "you okay baby?" "Oh so you can call me baby but I can't call you pretty boy?" He gives me a stern look. "It's different, you don't go out into the field, you could have gotten seriously hurt."

"excuse you," I murmur "I used to be one of the top field agents-" "-before they shoved you behind a desk, now come on we gotta get movin'." Five kisses my forehead and brushes my wounded shoulder as he grabs a knife and begins cutting out those trackers they put in all field agents. I do my best not to react to the pain caused by the bullet, he doesn't need to know right now, it would ruin the quite sweet moment.

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watermelonsugacry · 2 years

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Did Olivia ever try and make a move on Harry while filming DWD? Maybe she made comments about yn and that kinda made everyone mad, including Florence (since their close friends (maybe they did a movie together🤷‍♀️))

Donuts

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SUMMARY: YN surprises Harry on set while he's filming DWD. (3.2k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

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After a busy week of work, YN had the time to come on the set of Don’t Worry Darling as it was nearing its date for the end of filming.

So with the help of her manager and Harry’s PA for the movie (along with the permission from two of the film’s executive producers), the three women set up boxes upon boxes of donuts and coffee crates where the cast and crew hang out during breaks. Harry was still in his trailer and was reassured that he wouldn’t come out unless instructed to by his PA.

“YN!”

YN looks up with a bright smile as she sees Florence quickly shuffling over to her in her slippers. She meets the actress halfway and they throw each other in a big hug.

She’s known Flo since YN made her professional acting debut as Jo March in Little Women. YN remembers being quite nervous for the task, but the two women instantly clicked. It wasn’t hard to play sisters on screen because they quickly became ones before their first week of rehearsals were up. They began to spend time together outside of work when they both happened to be free. YN even made it on an Instagram story episode of Flo’s Kitchen once.

Not to mention that when she heard that the actress was going to play alongside her boyfriend in this new psychological thriller, YN was quick to send her one of the biggest flower bouquets she could find with a note telling her of how she was quite jealous of Harry’s role.

“Flo! ‘Ve missed you.”

“Missed you more, you wouldn’t even believe it.” Florence stresses as she widens her eyes and it puts a sad smile on YN’s face.

She knows more than anyone how much Flo would like the project to be over with. The actress saw first hand how inappropriate Olivia was being with her friend’s boyfriend, venting to YN about how the director wasn’t even on set for most of the time and how that resulted into her having to pick up the slack. Not to mention how Olivia rewrote the script, making her side character basically become Florence's character and was overall a horrible director. YN knew it was bad when the two main actors for the film, the two nicest—kindest people she’s ever known—talked bad about the movie.

“Oooo, are those donuts?” YN can basically see the hearts form over Florence’s eyes and it makes her chuckle.

“Please, help yourself. They’re for everyone. Thought it could boost everyone's mood a bit.”

“Mood is definitely lifted.” Flo says through a mouthful of pastry. She perks up and raises her eyebrows up and down at the singer. “Are yeh gonna go surprise your man with one of these?”

Arms linked together, the two women walk over to Harry’s trailer as they catch up with one another. YN doesn’t know why, but her palms grow a little sweaty at the thought of surprising him. The couple had spent months together for quarantine but once it was safe to go back to work with some modifications, they’ve both been feeling the separation as nothing less than unbearable lately.

Either it’s Harry coming to bed in the late hours of the night, cuddling up close to her sleeping body or him waking up to her going around the room to get her things ready to go into rehearsals for a new music video in the early hours of the morning.

He would rasp out a “Baby?” and her heart would break in two for having to leave him. He would lift his head barely above the pillow, eyes still closed with his lips puckered out. She would run a hand over his hair before giving him a quick peck goodbye when she was running late.

Sometimes, once she was close enough, Harry would wrap an arm around her waist and pull her back down to the bed, trapping her underneath his warm, sleepy body with a promise of five more minutes.

Florence climbs up the two short steps of the white trailer while YN stays below. She knocks twice before saying, “H? It’s Flo. ‘Ve got something for you.” She winks at YN.

“Coming!” Harry’s muffled voice sounds through the door and it’s already making the butterflies release in her tummy. The door opens and YN stays hidden behind the side of the trailer with a giddy smile.

“Got you a donut.” Florence smiles innocently as she holds it out on a square napkin.

“Aw, thanks Flo.” YN can see his ringless, tattoo-less hand reach for it only for her to pull it just out of his reach.

“Ah ah. If y’want it, y’gotta come out to get it.” She playfully teases and YN covers her smiles with her sleeve covered hands as her boyfriend takes the bait. Florence gets him down the short steps with a chuckle and one left turn has him stopping in his tracks, a bright smile takes over his face and his dimples dig into his cheeks just the way she likes it.

His hair is held down by white alligator clips and he’s already dressed in a button down and navy blue trousers.

“Hi baby—oh!” YN laughs when Harry immediately takes her in his arms, lifting her from the ground.

Florence can’t help but put her hands over her chest at the sight in front of her. It makes her think about how delusional the director is for ever trying to get with Harry when he’s in a perfectly committed relationship, when he’s stupidly head over heels in love with the woman in his arms. She looks down at her slippers with smile on her face when Harry cups his girlfriend’s cheeks and smushes his lips against YN’s. “Well, I’ll leave you two lovers be.”

YN pushes at her boyfriend’s shoulders but his grip around her figure stays tight. “I see you in a bit, yeah?” YN giggles, still trying to wiggle out from Harry’s embrace.

“Please. You guys are my only bit of sanity around here.” Florence dramatically stressed and hands over the donut. “Later hubby. Bye wifey.”

Once they see her round the corner, YN turns to her smirking boyfriend.

“Well that was quite rude of yeh.” She playfully scolds Harry, but she can’t hold back the smile that spreads over her lips when he rubs his nose lovingly against hers.

“‘Ve missed you.” He tells her quietly, like it’s a secret that is only meant for them to hear. He knows that he sounds like a love sick idiot but the hit to ego is softened when she mumbles the words back to him with a kiss to his lips. He gives her a nods over to his white trailer before interwining their hands together and leads them inside.

Once the door closes behind them, YN lets her eyes wonder around the trailer. She sees the familiar items around that she recognizes from their many facetime chats: the floral curtains covering the windows, the make-up chair, the blue couch, the white built-in vanity—the one which Harry wastes no time grabbing her hips to lift her up onto with ease.

“Yeh look absolutely beautiful today.” Harry says, hands placed on either side of her thighs as he takes in the view in front of him. She isn’t wearing anything special today, just his gray Damn hoodie with a pair of jean shorts. She didn’t even do anything fancy with her hair, letting it down in it’s natural state.

YN lets out a snort. “I clearly dress to impress.” She says as she brings her thumb up and see that it caught onto a bit of frosting from the donut. He honestly forgot she was still holding onto it as he was clearly to mesmerized by his girlfriend being with him in his trailer.

Before she brings her thumb to her mouth, he gently takes a hold of her wrist and pushes the digit past his own lips. She can feel his warm mouth lick and suck the frosting off her skin. She sucks in a small, staggered breath at the sight of his green eyes slowly blinking back at her.

It’s safe to say that the lack of time spent together due to their newly recent busy schedules these past couple of weeks left no time for them to be intimite. During quarantine, mornings lasted a lifetime with slow, lazy sex. Time stalled in the afternoons with doing it on every counter surface, seating area, and bed in YN LA home. And the late nights slowed down time with endless rounds and rounds, experimenting and loving one another until both couldn’t even remember their own names.

He releases her thumb with a soft pop and tilts how head with a smile. “S’tasty.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm.” He hums, leaning in to meet her mouth halfway only for her to swerve and take a bite out of the pastry. She giggles through a mouth full of donut at his shocked expression. “Yeh mean.”

“Yeh right though, this is tasty.” YN nods after swallowing and her breath gets taken away when he officially gets his mouth on hers again, gently licking the corners of her mouth to taste the frosting there. Before she can deepen the kiss the way she craves, she pulls back with a gasp. “Harry!”

He laughs as his frosted covered finger runs along her jawline. “I am so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to.”

She knows he’s not sorry in the slightest bit by the way he’s smirking at her. And in turn, he knows that she’s not truly upset at him. It’s been so long since they’ve spent some quality time together, either one easing back into their busy schedules.

“Harry,” YN giggles as she feels Harry lick the frosting off of her jaw, a hand gently on her neck to keep her close. “We can’t do anythin’, yeh gonna mess up your wardrobe.”

What might have started out as a playful moment between them quickly brings a tingling feeling in the bottom of their bellies. She doesn’t even realize that she subconsciously opens her legs wider for him to come in closer, feeling him press up against her.

“Well, you can’t do anything to me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still please you, hum?” YN’s chuckle turns into a small whimper when he sponges his lips under her ear, taking her earlobe in between his teeth. “Think yeh can keep yeh grabby hands to yourself? Wouldn’t want to mess up my hair, right?”

YN lets out a soft moan when she feels the hand on her neck tighten its hold, her head thumping back against the mirror as she feels his other hand roam down her body to the place she craves him the most.

She desperately wants to rip the dress shirt from his body, but gripping onto the tops of his shoulders would suffice for now.

“Answer me.” He rasps into her ear and she can feel his hand slowly run up the inside of her thigh, the tips of his fingers teasingly sliding under the fabric.

“I—”

“Harry! It’s time for your—oh shit! Sorry!” The couples’ attention quickly turns to the trailer door and unfortunately sees the director standing there, eyes wide before the back of her hand hovers over her eyes.

“Shit, m’sorry.” Harry straightens up and clears his throat. Despite having a disliking towards the woman who just interrupted their private time together, he still wants to act professional around her. She is still his boss. “Um, Olivia this is my girlfriend, YN. Baby, this is our director.”

“Hello, I’m Oli—”

“Ms. Wilde. Please, there’s no need to introduce yourself, I already know who yeh are. S’pleasure to meet you.” YN hops off from the vanity with her media trained smile on her face. “V’heard so much about yeh.”

“I can most certainly say the same.” Olivia gives her an over dramatic, polite smile. She gives the pop-star a once over and is taken aback by how effortlessly beautiful she is. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. But I do have to say, I’m a bit surprised to see you here.”

“Catherine and Daria gave me permission to come and observe from the sidelines. I hope that’s alright with you.” YN professionally fakes her concern towards the woman who she watches hesitantly think about it.

“Why not. The more the merrier!” YN lets of a forced chuckle along with the director and Harry has to pinch his bottom lip to hide his growing smile. “Alrighty then, Harry, we need you on set in five.”

“Yes, I’ll be out in sec.” Harry politely smiles and gives the director a nod. And with that, Olivia begins her descend down the short steps.

“It was nice meeting you!” YN calls out of the trailer. Olivia throws a (forced) smile and wave her way before rounding the corner.

Harry watches as his love’s smile turns into her scrunching up top lip into a look of annoyance. She sassily raises up her eyebrows once she catches her boyfriend’s gaze. “Whot?”

“Nothing.” Harry dismisses with a knowing smile before giving her a quick, loving kiss. “I just love you.”

“Yeh better.” She gives him a pointed look but it doesn’t last very by his contagious smirk.

It’s clear to see that as YN goes around to personally deliver the donuts, the cast and crew are just enamored by her kindness, her wit, and her generosity. She falls into easy conversation with the technical crew members who don’t seem to get enough recognition for their hard work.

She instantly eases the aorua on set as people gather around to grab a pastry and laugh along to whatever YN was saying. The cast are already dressed in their wardrobe, robes over their vintage inspired outfits to avoid any spillage.

“And then the chatty bloke turns around,” YN tells the little group that’s gathered (safely distanced from one another) around the foldable table, the cast and crew hanging off of her every word. “And it isn’t until then that he sees that I was standing right behind him the entire time!”

Everyone bursts into laughter and chuckles at her story. Harry just has the biggest smile on his face at his stunning girlfriend. He loves the fact that she’s just being herself and it has everyone soaking up the golden light she’s illuminating. She has had experience being on a movie set, talking and entertaining a group, and just knew how to make everyone feel comfortable and that they belonged.

Even though it had nothing to do on his part, he can’t help but feel a sense of pride by having her here. Harry brings an arm around her waist and pulls her closer to his side.

“And that’s not even the best part because then he—”

“Hate to ruin the fun,” Olivia’s booming voice makes everyone turn their heads in her direction. “But we got a movie to finish up, correct?” She puts on a prissy smile like she didn’t just kill the fun vibe YN brought in.

It honestly strains YN’s heart to visually see how everyone’s shoulders falter, like they were a bunch of children who’s parents told them to get back to cleaning their rooms. As the cast and crew disperses, they all give her a smile and word of gratitude as they pass her by.

Despite the circumstances of the director’s atmosphere towards the making of the film, YN has to admit how fascinated and proud she is of Harry. She always knew he had a nack for picking things up quickly, becoming a natural in every activity he takes on and there’s no way his ego will ever let him do something half-assed. It’s interesting to see how immersed he gets in his role, how he actually becomes Jack.

She even almost finds herself reciting his acting partner’s lines from when she would rehearse them with him.

In between takes, Harry can’t help himself from taking some sneaky glances over to his love standing on the side lines. She stood next to his PA for the film and quickly got along with the young girl, helping her hold Harry’s things and eyes bouncing around the outside of the 50s house set.

YN even makes playful motion to focus back on his work in front of him only to receive a shake of his head, a smirk sitting comfortably on his face. And YN is well aware of the fact that Olivia’s eyes have been on them the entire time, she could practically burn holes at the sides of the couple’s head. But does that make the two stop their flirty, lovey antics? Hell no.

While they do a scene where Harry isn’t needed for the shot, he wastes no time coming up to her side.

“How’d I do?” He asks, knowing full well that YN doesn’t sugar coat her opinions if it can better benefit him. That’s one of the many reasons why he keeps inviting her back to make his albums.

“Very convincing. Yeh speaking yeh lines naturally. Quite sexy pulling up in that vitage car.” She says, handing him a mask which he quickly hooks over his ears.

“Yeah? Was a bit nervous. Gotta impress my girl, hmm?”

“Yeh always impress me. M’so proud of you.”

Harry slides his hand to hers and smiles when he feels her thumb caress a particular finger.

"I like this on you." YN mumbles shyly, thumbing over his fake wedding ring, and if he wasn’t standing close to her as he is he would have missed it.

“Hmm, it’s gonna be a real one someday. Gonna get down on one knee, give yeh a beautiful ring and then we’ll have matching ones soon after. Gonna make you m’wife.”

It used to scare YN when he would talk about their future with such confidence, like he was so sure that she was it for him. It’s not like the two have never talked about marriage either. After all the shit they’ve gone through with their shitty communication skills towards one another, constantly avoiding what they really wanted to say, they wonder why they ever wasted so much time swerving these conversations. It’s a pleasant change of pace to not feel like she was going to puke at how scary their future seemed but to now feel butterflies of excitement.

“Promise?” She blinks up at him with sincerity, wanting what he just claimed as much as he does.

“Quiet on set!” Olivia announces, indirecting targeting more towards the couple on the sidelines.

“I promise.” Harry brings their joined hands to his masked covered mouth and plants a kiss through the layers separating their skin.

Olivia tries to hide her scowl and focus on the scene playing out in front of the monitors as best she can. Yet she can’t stop the boiling jealously in her chest as she glances at the way Harry smiles lovingly down at YN, eyes twinkling in the way she craves he would give to her.

She angrily watches as he wraps an around his girlfriend, pulling her close to his side. He even pinches down his mask to press a soft kiss to her temple.

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darling-i-read-it · 1 year

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Workplace Gossip

Jim Hopper x fem!younger!reader (reader is 25!)

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: age gap relationship (legal ofc!!), jim being insecure in that, innuendos, billy flirting with the reader, mentions of his daughter and her cancer

Author’s Note: hello again!!! if you recognize this one, you probably red Hugs way back when. this is the revamped version as an attempt to return to the stranger things roots before i hit the old billy and steve ones!! lemme know what you guys think <;3

The original request; by anon, Hi! Loved your Hopper imagine! Can you do another one with him with the reader and him having a bit of an age gap? I don’t own these characters. They belong to the author/director

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You were rushing. You could feel the cold nipping at your sides, freezing the mobility in your hands but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You breathed through your mouth as you walked down the sidewalk. If you started to run you could get to your job interview in five minutes. You looked down at your wrist watch and cursed under your breath. Running in heels wasn’t your best idea but showing up late wasn’t exactly the best way to start a job.

When you looked back up it was too late. You ran directly into a large man, causing an intake of breath from yourself and ‘shit’ from him.

“I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed. You caught sight of the badge on his chest and the hat on his head. Police.

You couldn’t be detained for not paying attention, that was ridiculous. Right?

“Where are you going so fast at 7 in the morning?” he asked, annoyance in his voice.

“I have a job interview.” You bit your tongue. At the station. There was an opening for a secretary job. “I’m sorry again, I’m already running late.” He let you move aside and rush down the street, now running in heels that were too tall for you. He mumbled something about being morning people and kept walking.

“I am so sorry, I got off on the bus at the wrong stop. I’m still figuring out Hawkins, I just moved here last week,” you explained, out of breath, perspiration beating down your forehead. So much for the business casual blouse you had sweat through.

“It’s no worries honey,” a woman at the front said with a dismissive look. “You were the only one coming. As long as you’re not a criminal, you’re a shoo in.” You let out a breath of relief.

“I’m not a criminal,” you promised. You handed her your resume, sitting down at the desk across from her. “I’m just out of college, 25. I’ve had jobs before during school but I’m looking for something more long term since moving here,” you explained.

“Why did you move here?” she questioned. It sounded more like curiosity than an interview question.

“It’s a small town, I’ve always wanted to live in a small town. Also, I wanted some independence. I’ve only ever really lived in dorms and such.” You fixed your hair eagerly.

“You picked quite the place.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“People who land in Hawkins never leave it. I should know, I was born and raised,” she muttered. She was shuffling through some papers like this wasn't a big deal to her. You cleared your throat.

“I’ve always just wanted to be part of a community,” you explained. “I like the small town community. I want to get to know the people. Grow my communication skills,” you suggested, even though it was only half true. You liked that no one ever left Hawkins. It left plenty of jobs for people like yourself, fresh out of college.

The front door opened. You both turned and you saw a face you recognized. He was holding a small box of half a dozen donuts.

“Meet your new secretary Chief,” Flo said, standing up from her desk. “She gets started tomorrow.” She grabbed the box out of his hands, walking through the doorway to where all the officers desks were. You stood up as well, trying to put on a smile. He looked down at you, sizing you up it seemed.

“You weren’t too late.”

“No sir.”

“Don’t bother with the sir crap,” he said, a gentleness to his voice. A casualness you admired. “Jim. Or Hopper.”

“Jim Hopper.”

“Yeah.” You extended a hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N. It’s a pleasure to work with you,” you said, brightly smiling now.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around town,” he said, starting to walk through the doorway. You followed him, unsure if you were supposed to but also unsure how you could continue the conversation otherwise.

“I just moved here last week.”

“Picked a hell of a place,” he grumbled. You laughed gently.

“I’ve heard.” He started to pour himself a cup of coffee. He gestured the pot to you but you shook your head. You were still high on adrenaline from rushing here. “How is crime here?”

“Riveting,” he deadpanned. “You’ll do fine.” His voice was so soothing. You nodded, believing him deeply.

“Promise?”

He smiled slyly, leaning against the table. He took a sip of his black coffee. You looked at him through your lashes, knowing you were going to get into trouble with this one. If he looked at you like that everyday you would never want to leave Hawkins at all.

“I promise.”

Technically speaking, Flo never intended on counting down the days until Chief Hopper asked you out but then on day seven she realized she was. She watched as you came into the room and he adjusted himself in his seat, his eyes floated towards you with a gentle care, and your smile widened. You were good at the logistics. You were good at the job. That made everything else easier.

You got the paperwork done that you needed to and sometimes, you got the paperwork he needed done as well. Powell suggested putting up a countdown to make it more obvious but everyone shut up about it.

“Don’t you think she should go with someone closer to her age?” Callahan asked, leaning back in his chair. Flo gave him a hard look as she walked through the room. You and Jim were in his office, powering through paperwork.

“Who, like you?” Powell questioned.

“She’s cute!” he argued back. Powell, actually doing work, rolled his eyes.

“Her frontal lobe is fully developed,” Flo argued. “She can make her own decisions. I, for one, would like to see the Chief happy since Diane.”

“Only ancient people remember Diane.” Callahan was trying to balance a pencil on his nose. It fell. He made it look like he hadn’t been doing it to start with. “You think she likes him?”

“I think she loves him.”

“It’s been literally a week. She could not love anyone, let alone Jim Hopper, in that time.”

“What about Jim Hopper?” You turned the corner, holding a small stack of papers.

“He needs to do his own work. You’re babying the old man,” Callahan said, pointing his pencil at you.

“He’s not that old,” you suggested.

“She’s right,” Hopper responded. “Watch your mouth Phil.” Callahan put his hands up in defeat and turned back to his desk. You put the things onto your desk to be finalized. You were coming to enjoy the steady, familiar pace of this new life. “I’m grabbing lunch.” He grabbed the keys to the cruiser. He paused, momentarily. No one else would’ve been able to catch it. You were watching him for his words, accepting them before they even came. “You comin?” he asked. You tried to hide the flush on your face as you glanced upwards, like you were attempting to make sure your schedule was full.

“Only if you’re paying.”

“Student debt that much of a bitch?” You grabbed your coat and put it on.

“I just like guys to pay on dates.” You walked past him, trying to suppress a smile. His eyes went wide as they floated to those around him.

“You two take the day,” Flo said, pleasantly, like she had orchestrated this whole thing.

“Literally go, Chief. Before I do,” Powell said. He had a small smile on his face too. He nodded, grabbing the door knob.

“I’m gone.” -

By week three it was like you had only known this life. It was like it had been pre-made for you. Your body fit the mold of a life that had been waiting patiently for your arrival. Work, dates, drive-ins, socializing. Apparently Hopper knew everybody in this town and with a little work, you got him to introduce you to people.

Never as the girlfriend.

Just as the new secretary.

You both tried to allow that to happen quietly. People would get used to seeing you two together eventually. There was no need to rush anything that didn’t have an exact label yet. You were just two people who happened to know each other. Intimately.

You were eating french fries across from him at work, flipping through some papers. He narrowed his eyes at you. You tried to act like you didn’t notice. He wanted to tell you something. You glanced up at him, chewing slowly.

“Yes Jim?”

“I have a daughter,” he said.

“El. Yeah, I know.” You hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting her yet but you had heard lots about her. He was silent for a moment.

“Sara. Her name was Sara,” he said, not meeting your eyes. “She died of cancer when she was 7. Everyone here knows.” He cleared his throat, sucking in air. “I thought it was unfair, if you didn’t know.” You knew he got divorced, Flo had told you that much. But you had no idea he had a daughter before El.

“Oh,” you whispered. You racked your brain in an attempt to figure out how to salvage this situation. How did he want you to react? How should you react? “I’m sorry.” It felt inappropriate to be looking at paperwork so you put it down. “Thank you for telling me.” He nodded once, picking it up from you and then stealing one of your fries.

“I have pictures of her at the house. I wanted you to know before you meet El.”

Eleven was wary but got used to you quickly. She liked that you acted a lot like Steve in some ways, even though you were eight years older than him. She liked that Max liked you. She liked that Mike liked you.

She liked that Jim liked you.

By week ten the cabin had become your second home. You laid on the couch while El watched a show. Jim had to work late tonight and you weren’t needed so you were always open to hanging out with her when you could.

The light television buzzing was comforting. You flipped through a magazine, feeling the night begin to cause your eyes to droop. El was happily eating some eggos, whipped cream to top it off. You suggested throwing some chocolate chips on top of it too.

“How’re you and Mike?” you asked, looking at the couple on TV. She had a dreamy look in her eyes. After hearing bits and pieces about how Jim came to have her, you were happy to see it. She deserved an easy life.

“Good,” she said, shrugging. “How are you and Hopper?” You smiled a bit.

“We’re good.”

“Good.” She pointed a finger at you. “The door stays open three inches.”

“El!” you teased, hitting her with the magazine. She erupted into giggles, whipped cream covering her smile. “You don’t even listen to that rule. There are like three rooms in this place!”

“More than one!” she argued, shrugging. You rolled your eyes. Headlights lit up the room. You had some of the blinds open but the sun had long set. It caused both you and El to wince.

“You’re glad he’s home little lady,” you said, pointing the rolled up magazine at her. You both laughed as you got off the couch. You peaked out the window, out of habit, and saw a car you didn’t recognize. You squinted, unable to see more than the outline in the dark. A man got out of the car, shutting the door behind him.

He walked in front of his headlights. You could see the outline of a mullet. He knocked on the door. Hopper, ever prepared, always left a baseball bat beside the door. You grabbed it nonchalantly, leaving it out of the eyesight of your guest.

El had turned around. Hopper wouldn’t have knocked.

Leaning against the door was the infamous Billy Hargrove. You had heard enough about him to be able to recognize him, not to mention you had seen him once or twice with Max. Jim’s words came back to you.

“He has more parking tickets than the rest of the town combined.”

“You’re being dramatic Jim.”

“Never get in that boy's car.”

“You jealous Jim?”

He had rolled his eyes then but you could see what he was talking about now. There wasn’t a scratch on the car but there was a bruise on his face.

“Hello. You are not who I was expecting to open the door.” El was hidden behind the couch, blocking his gaze from her. “Where’s the Chief?”

“Working,” you said, too meak for your liking. “Can I help you Billy?” He chewed on the toothpick between his teeth. He had a charming smile. You imagined lots of girls were the victims of that smile.

“I’m looking for my sister, Maxine. She around?”

“Nope,” you said quickly. “I haven’t seen Max since this afternoon. She was at the arcade with El and everyone.”

“You play taxi driver too?” he questioned, playing a bleeding heart.

“When Jim can’t.” His eyes went wide but you suspected it was fake.

“Wait, you aren’t El’s cousin from out of town or something? You’re sleeping with Hopper?” You flushed, immediately unable to stammer out a reasoning that benefited the situation. You hadn’t actually had an interaction like this.

“Max isn’t here Billy,” you finally offered.

He took the toothpick out of his mouth.

“Well you know where I live if you ever want a good time,” he suggested. He tossed it aside. Littering. How attractive. He was starting to back away when you heard the sound of another car approaching. At the sight of someone else Jim stepped on the gas, pulling in at breakneck speed. He knew that car, even by the outline. “I never caught your name.”

“Y/N,” you said.

“Thanks for the help Y/N.” He winked at you as he turned around. Jim hopped out of the car, shutting it aggressively.

“What are you doing here Hargrove?”

“Just looking for Max,” he said, hands in the air. “Your girl was mighty helpful.” Billy got into his car before anyone could punch him and backed out, rivaling Jim’s breakneck speed.

“That fucking kid,” he grumbled as he walked in. You put your hand on his back, following him in. You kicked the front door shut behind you. “What’d he want?”

“He just asked if Max was here.” You made the executive decision not to go further into that. “I said she wasn’t.” He took off his jacket. There was an aggression there you weren’t used to. He walked to the kitchen to get some food and probably a beer.

“Thanks for watching her.”

“I can watch myself,” El said, looking up at him. There was a slight tinge in her voice that made you think she was telling the truth.

“I know you can. But it makes me feel better if she’s here too.”

“I don’t mind.” You followed him to the kitchen. He offered you a beer but you declined. “How was the rest of your day?”

“Good. Better now,” he muttered, kissing you on the forehead. You smiled, wrapping your arms around him. He embraced you, eyes lingering on the door.

You didn’t think it ever really affected him. The age difference seemed like something you were used to from day one. But you knew Billy had affected him. The Hargrove boy was everything a young girl could want. He was bad as in bad boy.

He didn’t say anything about it the rest of the night.

You didn’t see Billy again for a couple more weeks. He became nothing more than a mindless thought in the back of your mind. You weren’t even that pre concerned with him the next day, though you could tell Jim seemed to be. You wanted to bring it up but felt like bringing it up would only make it worse. You waited until El was at Max’s, deciding that doing it alone would be the best route.

He strayed near the phone in case El needed him.

“Callahan said he would finish that,” Jim was saying.

“When has he finished anything? Since I have moved here I have seen him get out of the chair two times. Maybe three!” You were eating pizza, the boxes strewn across the coffee table. The TV was on but neither of you were watching it. You laid on his back, rested comfortable between his legs.

“That’s why we hired a new secretary.”

“I’m not an officer?” He laughed again. You turned around to him, giggling. “Could you imagine me with a gun? Jim, give me your gun, let’s see how that goes.” Your laughter melded, his arm resting around your chest.

“Absolutely not.”

“Exactly. Exactly.”

You rested back down, snuggling into your spot.

“Flo said she’d figure it out so you could have a day off without being called in. But I’m sure Harrington will lose a fight or something and we’ll both be called in.”

“Damn job.”

“Damn job is right!” You grabbed his hands, messing with his knuckles. “Let’s turn on the radio.”

“Oh God.” You stood up.

“I’m done with my pizza, I wanna dance.”

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do. Try to keep up old man.” It just slipped out but you regretted saying it immediately. He didn’t show an outward reaction at first but he stood, eyebrows raised.

“I seem to be able to keep up with you pretty well.” You tried to ignore the sly smile on his face.

“Damn straight. Dance with me Hop.”

You offered your hand to him as you fumbled around the radio. He walked past you, turning it on. You scrambled away to turn off the TV when there was a knock on the door.

Both of you turned, surprised, caught off guard.

“You expecting someone?” you asked.

“No. You?”

“No sir.”

You approached the door because you were closer. He stepped in front of you, opening it up. Max was on the other side, laughing bubbling from her lips. El was standing there too.

“How did you get here?” he asked immediately. You saw Billy’s car before you saw Billy. You put your hand on Jim’s chest, pushing him back as gently as you could. It was like he could only see Billy at that moment, eyes red.

“You’re back Y/N,” Billy called, leaning against his car door. He rested his hand on the top of the vehicle.

“What the hell?” Hopper roared. He walked past the girls.

“Inside. Quickly,” you hissed to them. They listened wordlessly.

“You think it’s okay to drive my daughter around in that car? If I looked up the license of that car I would see so many tickets I could wallpaper my house!”

“You haven’t taken me up on my offer,” he said, directly to you. “Shame.”

Billy wasn’t helping his case. Not in the slightest.

“Hargrove get in your fucking car and go the fuck home,” you snarled. Billy watched your face and then finally paid Hopper a thought.

“Offer stands.” He got in his car before Hopper could beat the shit out of him. Part of you wanted to see it. When his car was gone there was a heavy silence.

“Fucking Hargrove,” he grumbled. You were both still standing out in the cold. You shivered. “Fucking Hargrove. He could’ve killed her.” He looked back at you. You were still watching where his car was. “Hey.” Your eyes snapped to him.

“Yeah. Fuck him.”

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“The look on your face.”

“I don’t have a look.” His face fell a bit. He put a hand over his mouth, rubbing his beard in annoyance.

“Do you like-”

“No.” You nipped that in the bud. This was the conversation you had been dying to have.

“He’s closer to you-”

“No,” you said again. “Don’t say it. Don’t even dignify that thought with the words.” His face eased. “I love you.”

His eyes went wide again. The words hung in the air like they were being let out to dry. You felt confident in them. Even your nerves wouldn’t let you take back such a true statement.

“I don’t care about all of that. I never have.” He looked like he was searching for something. You opened your mouth to tell him he didn’t have to say it back but he was already speaking.

“I love you too,” he breathed. The words came easy once he had said them.

“Good.”

“Good,” he repeated back to you. You walked up to him, throwing your arms around him. He hugged you tightly.

“Plus,” you muttered, “he’s not my type.” He chuckled into your hair. He wanted to kiss you. He never wanted to stop kissing you. He found, for a moment, a wordless moment, he had wished Billy would’ve taken El and Max back so he could have the house just for the two of you. He swept the thought away as quickly as it had come. But having you in his arms was too intoxicating.

“I wanna listen to the radio,” you whispered. The laughter from him came louder now.

“Alright. Alright c’mon.” You repressed claps. He had his hand on the small of your back as he led you back inside.

“She said she loves him. I can feel it in the air,” Callahan muttered. He was chewing on a donut. His eyes were small. He was concentrating.

“Entirely possible they fucked in the car,” Powell countered.

“Calvin!” Flo exclaimed.

“That could be what you’re feeling. All I’m saying!”

“He said it back,” Callahan mused, his voice far away.

“Now you’re stretching,” Powell promised. “Chief in love? Not in this lifetime.”

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Hello are requests open? Can you do a yandre husband X monster reader

Yandere HUMAN X GN Monster Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Warning for brief body horror

Tires pull to a stop along a driveway, gears squeaking to a halt as the car stops. Its driver opens the door, grabbing a bouquet of flowers and a box from the passenger seat. He fixes his hair in the mirror before he steps out; pulling his bangs over discolored skin.

He takes a breath of fresh air as he exits, the scent of freshly cut grass on the breeze. Dusk set overhead in a peachy haze. Life was good in this neighborhood, friendly faces at almost every door. Though he had yet to live there for more than a couple months, they made their peace known. As wonderful as the area was, nothing could make it home besides the one waiting for him. Unfortunately, they’d both have to wait for his arrival.

“Evan! Good evening!” His next door neighbor had taken notice of him, waving over with a gloved hand. Evan returns the gesture, tucking the flowers under his opposite arm.

“Evening, Mr. Harry. How are you doing?”

“I’m doing just fine.” He points at the items in Evan’s arms. ”Presents for the spouse?”

“Heh, yeah. Just a few things I picked up on the way home.”

“Well that’s just swell. Me and a few other houses are having a barbecue this weekend. We’d love for the young couple to join us.”

Evan’s smile tightens – an inch closer to breaking. “ I appreciate the offer, but we’ll have to politely decline. Y/n is a bit shy around new people.”

“Oh, well a little get-together is perfect for getting over that!”

“I said.. we’re fine.” Evan replies, irritation seeping passively into his words. His cheeks were sore from the faulty grin he wore. Mr. Harry shrinks back – his smile growing slightly more genuine at the sight.

“Have a good night, sir.”

Evan walks away from the conversation and to his front door, unlocking it and entering. He tosses the keys and sets his jacket aside a coat rack. A scarf hangs on a hook beside it; Evan running his fingers through the cotton. He brings it to his face, inhaling as its fabric tickles his skin. It was still warm; Evan sapped the tracks of heat before he came back to reality – remembering its owner lied somewhere within the house.

“Honey, I’m home!”

His words echo through the hall and up the flight of stairs with no response. He sweeps the first floor before ascending to the next, the door to the bedroom slightly cracked.

Evan and Y/n Smith. Newlyweds and even newer residents of the sleepy you now resided in. Soulmates and partners for nearly a decade; you came into his life at its lowest point and when you had no others to call family. You were the love of his life; his everything – which is why he could pick up on your sour mood before he even set foot in the room.

“Hun?”

You were lying in your shared bed, huddled in the blankets; unresponsive. Your eyes were open and looking towards the window; shifting in his direction as he came to your side. He places his hand on your ankle, trailing it up and down your leg in a gentle motion.

“Everything okay?”

“..The neighbor’s dog barked at me again. I’m worried others are getting suspicious too.”

Evan laughs in disbelief; never doubting your words, but at the fact you were worried over something so insignificant. He pulls the blanket down some, placing kisses on your neck. “Oh, Y/n. You know that old mutt does that to everyone. You have nothing to fear, my sweet.”

“I saw that guy snooping around the yard again, the one that always wears the hoodie with the alien on it.”

The stem of the roses snaps. Evan's blood boils. He knows you’re a catch, but the thought of anyone coming near you let alone spy on you pissed him off to no end. Still, he kept his composer – wishing for you to be without a single worry.

“Baby, everything will be okay.. I’m here and we’re here for each other. I’ll never let anyone take you from me. Sit up. The office let me take the rest of the donuts home so I brought you a little something too.”

“..I guess you’re right.” You slowly sit up, blanket slipping off your shoulders; spikes along your spine rising from the release. You were a far bit taller than Evan with him craning his neck up to look at you. He smiles proudly; looking at you like you held up the stars in the sky – just as he had on your wedding night.

“There’s my love. Here you go.” He offers a single rose to you; you taking it with care. You pull it close; moist petals brushing your collar. Its sweet smell walls up to your nostrils; so full of life it makes your stomach growl. Overtaken by it, your neck tears open; skin blended with unseen teeth – your head tilted backwards as it lurches for the rose. It grays under the toxins of your saliva, digesting before you even swallow.

Evan watches by your side, beaming with affection as he clings to your arm. His love for you grew more by the day – even when he found out you were a life sucking ghoul. If anything, he only found you more charming. Everyone has their faults, after all and yours only meant he had more reason to keep you to himself.

He feeds you the whole bouquet before you both get comfortable, falling asleep in the warmth of each other’s arms – yours moreso than his.

“Hurry up, dude!”

Shifty eyes bounce from the edge of the backyard to the door where the other stood. The other figure fumbled with the locks on the backdoor, muttering curses each time a jingle of the handle resulted in nothing.

“Are you even sure about what you saw? I’m all for proof of the paranormal, but this is illegal.”

“I think I’m pretty certain when I see my neighbor shovel a steak down a hole in their neck now do what I paid you for.”

The door unlocks, swinging open partly.

“Yes! OK, get out of here.”

“Wait I don’t think that-"

“I said fucking leave!”

“Fine, geez.” The second shadow slips away while the first creeps into the house. He finds himself in the kitchen, not much to see there. He eases into the living room, surveying the dim area. Another relatively normal room. He picks up a photo from the coffee table, the smiling couple’s joy palpable in the dark.

“Do you like the photo? I have more. Spent a decent time at the gym after work to make sure I could lift them up for the others.”

Startled, the intruder tosses the picture to the floor. Standing in the doorway to the kitchen was the owner of the house, and worse – a metal bat in hand. He didn’t know whether it was shadows that danced along the rod – or stains.

“Though something tells me you’ve already gotten a good look at my spouse already. I just replaced that lampshade you’re standing in front of too.”

He’s too frightened to speak, shaking in fear as Evan's heels click against the tile floor.

“I don’t know what you’ve seen, but they’re not what you think. Aside from the occasional… rawer meal, they’re human just like us. Maybe even moreso… considering they were able to save a monster like me.”

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courtlyharlequin · 11 months

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request are OPEN!! :OO may i request headcanons of ruugie, kalim, jamil, trey, and jade with a friend who cooks often (perhaps because of their past life, cooking different cuisine or baking different pastries)?

The Sweetness and Spice of Life

A/N: Awww~ this is such a cute prompt!! I hope my delivery is up to par, anon (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑)✧

Ruggie Bucchi :

Now, he's an above average chef. Not ordinary, but also not extraordinary. Let's just say that Ruggie know his way around the kitchen. He's also very creative. Growing up poor taught him how to be resourceful so he tends to use vegetable scraps as a base for broth or he candies his fruit peels

Having a friend who can cook is an absolute delight for Ruggie! Taking a page out of Leona's book, having a friend that cooks also means that he could take a share of your leftovers or be a taste tester! You both could share some culinary tips with each other

If you're the better cook, Ruggie would come to you for some lessons. He wants to eat better food! He's not really picky, but there's always room for improvement

If he's the better cook, then he'd give you a bit of a teasing session for it. Name a price and he'll teach you... he's kidding.

Ruggie is not much of a baker, but if you bake and don't cook then he proposes a deal: you let him have some your your pastries or make him donuts once a week and he'll cook something for you. Sounds fair right?

Friendships have their benefits and this is one of them in the case of your friendship with his.

Kalim Al-Asim:

Kalim... is not that great in the kitchen, but he's got the spirit. He'll one hundred percent be your sous chef or sit by the kitchen island and talk to you while you work if you don't like people messing with your rhythm. Cooking is sometimes a therapeutic process for people. He gets that.

If you do let him be the sous chef, you have to be careful around him. Kalim hasn't done much in the kitchen since everything was already done for him back at home so you have to go through the motions a few times. He'll get it eventually though. Plus, cooking is more fun if it's a little messy.

Probably... not the best taste tester. Kalim says everything tastes good. And he truly means it, but that's not true for everyone. So you might have to double check.

Sometimes, Kalim might even ask you to cook in bulk for any banquets he's hosting at the Scarabia dormitory. He'll compensate you accordingly so don't worry about that.

He wants to show off your talent and lift some weight off of Jamil's shoulders. This is killing two birds with one stone!

Jamil Viper:

He likes to cook. You like to cook. It's a way to earn a paramount of respect from him. If you'd like to talk or exchange some culinary tips and tricks- or even recipes– Jamil is down.

And that's how the two of you became friends!

Jamil is usually quiet in the kitchen, but not when he's with you. Because, to be frank, he's never had someone share the same hobby with the same amount of passion as him.

Especially since he focuses more on the savory dishes so if you do sweet stuff, then he'll be more inclined to learn new recipes from you simply because it's something he usually doesn't do!

If you also cook savory dishes, but a different cuisine, then he'll also be interested in learning from you. And he hopes that you're interested in his own cooking as well.

People who walk by the kitchen and hear you both talk about sous vied, par-boiling or some other cooking technique may look at you like you've grown two heads, but conversations with you run deep with thought and routine.

It's nice to have someone how understands him, someone who is as passionate about cooking as he is. Maybe you don't understand him completely (yet) but you understand his cooking and how he values it as a ritual. And he appreciates that about you.

Trey Clover:

The first and only baker among these second years!

Trey's family owns a bakery and he's also an exceptional baker himself. When he finds out that you bake as well, he's very delighted and starts bombarding you with questions e.g. what do you like to bake the most?

He wants to try your pastries so bring them over whenever you can! Please don't be intimidated. Trey promises he's not much of a Gordon Ramsay. He's easy to please.

If you bring a hard-to-make confection like macarons, then he'll be blown away. If you bring some cookies, he'll also be blown away. Each pastry has something difficult about it. Macarons are hard to pipe, but it's also difficult to get the right texture for cookies if you don't know what you're doing. You have to get the right amount of white and brown sugar.

So either way, he'll be impressed with whatever you bring.

Now, if you bring a savory pie, Trey will also be surprised. He was expecting something sweet when you said you baked.

He won't be exchanging too many techniques with you unless you ask for some pointers, but if you do ask, then he'll be more than willing to teach you how to do something.

Baking is more of a hobby for him and it's nothing he's too passionate about. He's friends with you for other reason- not to just eat your pastries... but eating some baked goods that isn't made by him or his family is nice once in a while.

Jade Leech:

Like Ruggie, Jade isn't too much of an excellent chef, but he can get by in the kitchen. He knows what to do and how to not burn down the house. But he also doesn't really view cooking as a ritual or something he could improve upon. Food is nourishment, not necessarily anything related to the soul.

Back home, he would usually eat things raw and cooking just meant adding more flavor to it, but it wasn't a necessity.

But of course, Jade works at the Mostro Lounge so he undertsna dhow imperative cooking is to land folks.

As your friend, he'll indulge in trying whatever you make. Since Jade isn't human, his taste buds are more equipped for... stronger flavors. If it's too salty, he wouldn't mind. If they meat is a still raw, that's fine too. He can stomach it. Food on land is milder than the food in the sea. It's nothing for him. So if you just started out with this new cooking hobby or yours, he's the perfect test subject.

He'll be even more delighted when he learns that you're learning how to prepare a mushroom dish. If you'd like, you can use some of his mushrooms for your cooking. Jade will ll offer you some if you'd like.

"No strings attached," he beams inconspicuously.

Now, if you back that's a different story. Baked goods aren't that common in the Coral Sea since the water makes it soggy. When Jade eats a cupcake or a puffed pastry you offered him for the first time, there's this glint in his eyes, like he's struck gold.

How... utterly delightful.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #kalim al asim x reader #jamil viper x reader #trey clover x reader #jade leech x reader

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chubbycelebs · 6 months

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The Weight of Fame (part 2)

Harry had had an expansive first month or so of his break from being the mega pop star he was destined to become. After his descovery of gaining weight and the joys that come with it, Harry had now gone from fit, in shape, peak from to now slob, pig, round chubby and out of shape and he loved it. The excitement of trying on clothes to see if they can accommodate his growing frame or if he will pop right out of him was becoming thrilling. He knew he wanted to expand more, see how far he can take it.

Of course to achieve this, this meant he had to carry on eating terribly. His daily routine for meals consisted of, a whole packet of bacon stuffed into a buttery ketchup filled sandwich in the morning, with waffles coated in syrup, and a banana for good health (of course), then for a snack between breakfast and lunch he would eat half a tray of brownies. Then for lunch he would have nearly a whole roast dinner every day, making sure to coat everything in greasy gravy (but also eating his veg). He would then finish the tray of brownies afterwards and probably slip into a food coma until dinner time arrived. When he would wake from his nap, he could never be bothered to cook so instead he'd order a monster of a take out meal. Usually 3 99p burgers with 3 large fries to go with that, a family box of chicken strips, a box of cheese bites, 2 apple pies and 2 donuts. After he'd polish that off, Harry would always find room to eat a carton of ice cream as he watched his favourite TV shows before promptly passing out from another day of stuffing. It was no shock to him that he was starting to balloon very quickly. All of his clothes fit snug around his fat body, he couldn't escape the fact he was now fat.

Even though he loved his softer, relaxed body, he couldn't help but think what his ex-band mates would think of his piggish ways. He would lay in bed rubbing and jiggling his belly thinking about his band mates calling him names like "hog!" or saying "Jesus Christ Harry look at you, you have blown up like a whale!" Even though he was happy with his body the way it was and even wondered if he should keep growing, he couldn't help but think, "maybe this is too much, maybe I shouldn't be enjoying lazing around all day, stuffing my face and growing this big belly." He decided he would call his closest friend from the band, Louis, and see what he had to say. He knew he could trust Louis, after everything they'd been through together, they were always close and Harry knew he would help him out.

The next morning Harry decided to give Louis a facetime call and just show him the damage that he had caused to his waistline. As he pressed to call on Louis' number, Harry's heart began to race. What if he laughs at his rounded body? What if he takes screen shots and posts them to social media and the whole world knows how much of a fatty he is now? The worry built up further until the call was answered.

"Harry! You alright mate?" Louis voice put to ease all the worry Harry had just moments ago. "I'm good thanks, how are you doing?" Harry replied, unable to stop smiling just at the sight of Louis.

"I'm good thanks, good. I've been meaning to call you recently actually. I've got something I need to ask you."

Harry was taken aback by this. He had expected to be the one asking Louis something not Louis asking him.

"Yeah of course go ahead what is it?" Harry asked wondering what it could be.

"Alright but no photos and you can't laugh" Louis said as he propped his camera up on the kitchen side in his house. As Louis walked back, it became very apparent to Harry what Louis was showing him. Louis had gotten fat. Just like Harry Louis was squeezed into a tight shirt that barely covered the bottom of his belly. His chest seemed so soft that Harry could make out Louis nipples clearly. As Louis turned slightly, his love handles looked as though they could pop out the shirt at any moment. Even Louis' thighs and arse seemed bigger, filling his grey joggers full of fat. Harry didn't know what to say, he just sat there mouth open as Louis showed off his body. "I know. I'm a fucking pig. I just couldn't help it. I enjoyed relaxing for once and-"

"Oh thank GOD!" Harry interrupted.

"What do you mean 'thank god'?" Louis said,now confused. Harry now propped up his phone and stood back revealing Harry to be in an open buttoned up shirt and displaying a similar fatter figure just like Louis. Harry's fat was more around his belly and hips rather than Louis chests and bum but the two fatties were around the same size. "Your fat too?!" Louis said smiling.

"Yes! And I actually really enjoy it!"

"Me too!" Louis agreed. The two of them spent ages catching up now, talking about the joys of expanding and stuffing and growing and endlessly getting bigger. Before they knew it, they had been on facetime all day, having eaten together and showed off their bodies to each other. It wasn't until the very early hours of the morning when they finally hung up on each other. Harry collapsed into bed, in his boxers, now much more bloated than before. He was so happy to not be the only piggy from the group. For all he knew the rest of the boys could all be sporting huge guts like him and Louis. That night, Harry had the most peaceful nights sleep he'd had in years.

The next morning, Harry awoke and had his usual family sized breakfast when he was struck with inspiration. He had finally been inspired to write a song. He got up from the sofa and ran as fast as he could to the piano in the room. This was the first time he'd ran in a good 4 months. The jiggling of his body was a great feeling but how out of breath he was when he reached the piano was not fun. "I'm no... not running.... again..." Harry said out of breath as he plonked his fat ass on the piano.

Harry spent all day on the piano writing new songs for his first solo album. He finally was getting excited about music again. As he sat there playing piano, it never even crossed his mind that with a new album, comes press, photo shoots, talk shows, public appearances, music videos. At this moment he had completely forgotten about the weight he had gained and that was quite clearly visible. What would he do now?

Well he answered that question rather quickly. After the day writing songs, he decided to order a huge take out meal, the biggest order yet. Harry wasn't going to lose the weight just yet. He was only getting started. He enjoyed it too much, the feeling of his expanding body, knowing that he was not the only one gaining now. Why stop now when he had so many more clothes to grow out of.

Part 2 of this story. I hope you guys are enjoying the slower pace of these stories. i’m enjoying putting loads of detail in and really exploring Harry’s love for gaining

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someonefantastic · 2 years

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so the line in Faith, Hope & Trick where Buffy says that after slaying she “sometimes craves a non-fat yogurt" bugs me (and those on the cangel discord as well) because with the amount of calories Buffy must burn she should be allowed to eat more than just a non-fat yogurt. to rectify that, here are a bunch of food related headcanons:

shortly after becoming the slayer, Buffy realizes that she’s hungry nearly all of the time

we’re talking like wakes up to raid the fridge at three in the morning hungry

Joyce notices too and chalks it up to Buffy being a growing girl and starts preparing heartier meals and stocking up on extra filling snacks

when she starts at Sunnydale, Giles is already prepared

apparently this is a common thing for slayers cause he has drawers filled with protein bars and when she comes into the library after school he usually has a sandwich or wrap prepared and Buffy’s like “sir, I’ve only known you for like a week”

she really appreciates it though

one time when they go on patrol together he has a bag of orange slices and Buffy calls him a soccer mom

Willow is the one who most consistently has snacks though

no one knows where she gets them though, she’ll be wearing a dress with no pockets and not be carrying a bag or anything and Buffy will make a comment about being hungry and the next thing she knows a homemade granola bar is being shoved into her hand

years later Xander is still convinced that Willow learned how to use magic before she actually started actively practicing it just for magic snacks

speaking of Xander, he’s Buffy’s snack buddy

the classes where they sit next to each other, they’ll just pass a bag of pretzels or chips back and forth until the teacher tells them to knock it off

*dead silent room as they take a test* *CRUNCH* “it was Xander!” “Buffy!”

the real reason why Xander becomes snack run guy is because between him and Buffy, Giles’ slayer snack supply is in serious detriment so he makes Xander go because “if you both insist on eating me out of house and home, than at least one of you should go get more snacks” and since Buffy is the slayer, Xander gets snack duty

it means he gets first food pick though so it’s not a bad gig

Buffy has a frequent punch card at Mister Donut

actually they all do

also the nice thing about dating guys with affinities for trench coats is that they have lots of pockets to keep protein bars or trail mixes in, plus since Angel and Spike are on liquid diets so there’s no worry of either them mooching

(side note but after each one winds up in L.A. they’re still finding random food in their pockets--Spike especially has no clue how, he’s a ghost after all. Angel used his to give to scared victims or Cordelia when she was first starting out and couldn’t really afford food. When Spike shows up in L.A. he alternates between throwing the trail mix nuts at Angel and giving his snacks to those who need them)

it’s not just snacks though

Buffy is the first to go back for seconds... and thirds and no one bats an eye

sometimes after they save the world (again), the scoobies will go out to get burgers or whatever fast food is open and Buffy winds up with like six burgers or tacos or [insert food here]

Willow is very generous about sharing her fries

Xander will only share them after being persuaded by the joined forces of puppy eyes from Buffy and Willow

Giles is still ranting about the choice of food in America

the scoobies or Giles or whoever automatically doubling a recipe when Buffy is invited over without giving it a second thought

they all want her to eat as much as she wants without feeling bad about it or worrying someone else won’t get fed

the ones who like to cook or at least can cook have a few recipes under their belt that are high in protein and other stuff to help a growing slayer

by the time Faith rolls around, they’ve got their food game down

Faith is actually really surprised by how quick they are to hand her a yogurt or pull out a sandwich or give her a bagel, sometimes even before she makes a comment about being hungry

not to make this sad but after she starts going dark, she notices how they become less and less forthcoming with their food

this is purely self indulgent but I love the idea of the honorary/secondary scoobies being indoctrinated into the snack life

they hang out with Buffy, Willow, and Xander for like two weeks and the next thing they know they’re carrying around extra food

Cordelia, less than a week after she “helps” Buffy and the other scoobies kill the master “why the hell am I bringing two smoothies to school?”

her housekeeper actually makes really good smoothies though, Buffy is secretly always thankful when Cordelia shows up to school with an extra thermos

Oz just always has beef jerky

Anya is a little less helpful in the snack department but she reads a book on food and nutrition and talks about the merits of calories and proteins and other food stuff for like an hour straight

she means well

also she can’t really cook but she almost always has ice cream to share

and strange cheeses

I feel like Tara would make the best oatmeal raisin cookies, maybe she also has like sunflower seeds and bags of granola on her too

she’s the one who jumps on the snack train the fastest, she hears Willow mention Buffy and snacks once and the next thing they know she’s got her school bag filled

Dawn steals a lot of Buffy’s food

she uses the “I’m a growing girl too. You know... teenager” excuse often

it works usually

not food related but there’s at least two water bottles a person at all times

hydration is important folks

anyway this got really long but I simply love the idea of Buffy being allowed to eat a lot of food without being made to feel bad about it and the rest of her friends/family supporting her fully

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delopsia · 1 year

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Chills | Rhett Abbott x Reader

Word Count: 1,300 Cross Posted on AO3 Warnings & Notes: Brief mention of food, but the biggest thing you have to worry about is getting a cavity

From across the fairgrounds, Rhett looks tiny.

All six feet of him reduced down to six inches, thick forearms wrapped around his own, lithe little waist. Teeth sunk into his thin bottom lip, boot idly tracing shapes into the dirt, his gaze so heavy that it's become stuck on the floor, only able to glance up at you for a brief second before falling back down. The corner of his lip quirks upward as your eyes meet, lifts his hand just enough to offer you the tiniest wave you've ever seen.

If you'd known he would be here, then you would have agreed to come here with your friends a hell of a lot earlier. You're supposed to be waiting in line to buy a fountain drink, but the longer you watch your sweet cowboy restrain himself from coming over, the more you want to step out of line.

You can hardly remember leaving the line; all you know is that those eyes of his are disappearing beneath a smile that grows bigger with your every step.

"Is my big bad boyfriend afraid to approach me while I'm with my friends?" Your playful cooing is only meant to annoy him, but his ears blossom with vibrant cherry red.

His arms open up just in time to catch you in them, carefully squeezing you against his chest as he hums contentedly into your ear, "didn't wanna intrude."

Rebecca once complained about Perry inserting himself into all of her group outings. Rhett's been perpetually worried ever since. His arms don't loosen to release you as you expect them to; instead, they tremble as he draws you in even closer.

A smile works its way across your face, "is someone cold?"

"Uhuh."

The poor thing has been dealt the worst of cards. Sensitive to the slightest of temperature changes, shivering the moment the temperature drops below sixty-five but breaking a sweat the second it rises over eighty. It only makes sense that he'd be born into a ranching family that relies on their sons to work out in the elements.

Cecelia says he's been like this since the day he was born; Royal and Perry find it irritating, says it's something he should have gotten over years ago, but you've started to find it a little endearing. He needs at least four blankets to snuggle in if you're not there to keep him warm, always sneaks up behind you to steal a little warmth off of you.

"I didn't expect to find you here," you can't help but find yourself yawning; hugs like these lead to naps so often that you've come to subconsciously expect them.

The only reason you're released from his grasp is because he wants to run his hands through his hair, strands of unruly hair poking out as he does it, "'m third wheelin' for Perry again."

It only makes sense that you steal him away and integrate him into your little group. He's so quiet and happy to be there that they hardly notice his presence to begin with. A shadow that wants nothing more than to steal bites of your snacks, hold your hand, and occasionally nuzzle up to you from behind.

"Does he always do that?" One of your friends chirps in between bites of her newly acquired donut.

You don't need to look to know what she's talking about. Scruffy chin resting on your shoulder, eyes closed, arms loose around your waist. Sound asleep, like he's in bed.

"He does."

When you're not there to keep him warm during the colder months, Rhett resorts to drastic measures. In the wooden chest next to his bed, he hides a handful of sweatshirts thick enough to drown you. They're ridiculously heavy, but it's necessary in order to keep him from getting hypothermia again.

The winter hoodies are the only ones you don't steal, and if you do, it's only for a few minutes. He's only got three of them, and they're too hot to wear inside for long. But today, he's just gotten himself a fourth one, and it's just about swallowed you.

"Y'know," grinning from where he's leaned up against the door frame, "I almost got a second one so we could match."

"I thought you didn't care for matching clothes?" You comment, fiddling with the sleeve.

His shoulders rise and fall with a shrug, "'ts the closest I can get to wearin' your clothes like you do with mine."

You need help to escape the clenches of the too-hot material, it's so long that you struggle to lift it over your head. Fortunately, you've got a handsome cowboy to save you before you begin to drown. It's such a brief interaction, easily forgettable within a matter of minutes, but it's glued into the back of your mind.

Rhett's tried squeezing into one of your hoodies in the past, having forgotten to bring a change of clothes the first night he spent with you. With snow on the ground, it's hard to complain about ill-fitting clothes when your only other option is freezing.

And so maybe, just maybe, you start looking online for hoodies that would comfortably fit him. Something you can share without struggle or risk of ripped seams. That singular hoodie he borrowed back then has never quite been the same. There are plenty of options on every site you visit, but all of the men's options are remarkably plain. Nothing stands out.

But then you find it.

You're idly poking through a rack of hoodies that you like, irked about how they seem to only have it in men's when it hits you. The size they have the most of is one size bigger than the one Rhett wears.

Handed to you on a silver platter.

For the first week, you wear it around the house while Rhett's gone, living in it like you would any other hoodie. It's soft and cozy, but the proportions are ridiculous. The hood feels like a damn tunnel when you pull it up over your head, and the sleeves are so long that you struggle to roll them up. You already knew it would be just as big on Rhett, but you didn't realize how big it would be until now.

Because now he's standing in your living room, nervously chewing on the side of his index finger while you take in the sight that stands before you. It looks even bigger on him. Soft material so loose on his shoulders that it's slouched off to the side, the ends of it reaching down to ghost the backs of his pale thighs. And the sleeves, oh, the sleeves. They engulf him, reaching all the way down past his fingertips and then some.

The hand that he's not biting idly opens and closes, unused to the feeling of being covered by a sleeve like this. His eyes don't know what to do with themselves, bouncing off the walls, unable to stay still for longer than a few seconds.

"Feel like y'er 'bout to start laugh'n at me," he garbles, still gnawing on his poor finger.

Giggling, you open your arms wide, inviting him to come and snuggle on the couch, "you look cute."

Even tucking his nose down into the collar cannot hide the red that's settled into his cheeks, so obvious that you can see it even before he settles down. Head resting against your chest, a gentle, comforting weight on top of you. You're afraid to say a whole lot, one too many comments, and you fear he'll combust, but he speaks after a while.

"'s nice."

It's not a perfect cure for the chills that plague him on a daily basis. He still snuggles up to you whenever the slightly frigid breeze gets under his skin and fills his bones with ice. The need for late-night snuggles and the emergency "my favorite teddy bear isn't here to keep me warm" blankets will forever be on standby.

But every once in a while, you'll be out and about, and you'll catch glimpse of a lone Rhett swaddled in a familiar stolen hoodie, nose shoved into the collar because it smells like you. And when he catches glimpse of you and offers you his tiny little wave, you know that he's not cold, but he still wants you to come warm him up.

#rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott #ao3 oneshot #oneshot #rhett abbott outer range #outer range fic #outer range #outer range amazon #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x you #reader self insert #self insert #x reader #reader insert #tw: food

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 10 months

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Can I request a Yan!Platonic!Katakuri with an Eri!Reader Special? Where after hearing his siblings brag about Katakuri never laid down in his life (Which she believed) instead of being amazing, she’s more concerned if Katakuri is okay so she tries her best to make him Donuts (With Pudding’s help)

The donuts are small (To him), plain, uneven and a little burnt but he, along with Brûlée, Pudding, Oven, Cracker and Big Mom are either ugly crying, clutching their hearts or trying to keep it together because of how sweet this is (Katakuri’s using all the strength and mental fortitude in his body to not fall to his knees)

-You were a little shy, holding a small box that Pudding helped you wrap up, seeing your favorite person in the world, besides Pudding, your big brother Katakuri, surrounded by other members of your new family that had adopted you, taking care of you and helping you heal, after learning of your terrible past.

-Mama saw you peeking around the corner, and she smiled warmly, “Hello there Y/N~ don’t be shy, come over- come over!”

-Attention went to you and smiles were quick to grow as you ducked back behind the corner, feeling shy before Pudding appeared first, holding onto your hand, hyping you up, “You can do it Y/N! You’ve worked so hard!”

-As soon as you were close enough Katakuri bent down slightly from his chair to pick you up, setting you on his knee, patting your hair gently.

-Mama saw the box in your hands and spoke, “What do you have there, Y/N?” you hesitated for a moment, looking a bit intimidated by the pretty treats on the table in front of you before you swallowed, looking at Pudding who gave you an ‘you can do it’ pose.

-You looked up at Katakuri, “I made this for you, big brother. Pudding told me you don’t ever lay down, I was-I was worried about you. I don’t know if your back hurts to lay down on or not, so- so I wanted to make you some donuts to make you feel better.”

-Your eyes were so wide, full of innocence and instantly many of your adopted family collapsed to their knees or side, clutching at their chests, Mama included.

-Katakuri smiled down at you, bringing you up to peck your forehead, absolutely touched over your thoughtful gift, before taking it from you.

-They were funny shaped and small, had no icing or anything on them, and were a bit burnt, but they looked so beautiful because he could tell you made them yourself as you twiddled your fingers shyly, “Pudding helped me fry them, but I made them all myself. I-I know they’re not pretty like-” his hand touched the top of your head, silencing your words before he sent the box down and wrapped his arms around you, “I love them, Y/N. You’ve made me so happy.”

-You froze, in complete shock over his words, before instantly everyone was panicking when your eyes welled with tears, overwhelmed at his praise, as you had never been praised before, something they all knew.

-Katakuri ate the donuts in one mouthful, making your eyes go huge, sparkles surrounding you, which quickly caused round 2 of heart attacks from cuteness.

-Katakuri was adorable after he finished his treat with a sip of tea, passing you to Pudding before standing up, ��I’ll be right back.” Nobody knew where he was going, as he went around the corner you were originally hiding behind so he could hide from everyone before he collapsed to his knees, clutching at his chest, you were so cute!!

#katakuri #eri

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aeliesa · 1 year

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DEAFENING SILENCE OF YEARNING

Synopsis: He's away but in those days of being on a different horizon, you just couldn't restrain yourself to think about how your life seems to be akin to what you try to evade. Nonetheless, he continues to prove you wrong in different ways.

• Relationship: Charlotte Katakuri x female reader

• Content: some extent of angst (?) and fluff

A/N: While rewatching one piece (which means my priorities is to reach Land of Wano as of now lolololols) I couldn't help but to write this as my mind keeps on generating plots (which I hate because whenever I try to write on my other fan fiction stories, it seems to be that writers block is back from vacation!) Anyway, this is a lengthy one which I decided to cut, I realized that it is way too much for one post because it is over 8k words, which might tire some of you.

I was just really kept on letting the juice of creativity out of my mind and realized this scenario has been growing the moment I stepped in the WCI arc, and I cannot help but adore the donut boy (although my heart lies with Ace, Luffy, and Law alone ehe.)

Anyway, this is the point of view of the reader (you) on missing the donut softie boy.

I hope you enjoy! :D

Addendum: there are some revisions but it's not too much that it alters the story. Just some errors here and there. Still, the possibility of errors that I overlooked is there.

To read the continuation head to: here.

In most situations, political marriage doesn’t work that much. It may help strengthen connections between families, but those forced to bind their love to secure the future of both parties tend to suffer the most.

Although you were treated differently than most of his family’s spouses, sometimes it makes you wonder if this union is simply for the family’s benefit.

“No,” you dismissed the thought immediately.

If anyone asks how married life goes, you would like to answer one thing: life-changing. At least, it is what you were dreaming of saying rather than pleasing; there is something in this matrimony that you were hoping to seek… something that differs from your parents. However, much to your dismay, the answer becomes more explicit each day: it is the same selfish decision between two heads of the families.

“Isn’t it also a selfish choice for you?” The thought makes you sigh in frustration for hoping to see the light in this almost spiral of despair.

As much as you try to neglect the idea, it just creeps inside your mind, slowly convincing. Being persistent has its merits, yet the situation you brought upon yourself at some point says otherwise. This political marriage between your family and the Charlottes is your gateway from the life you always wanted to escape. The suffocation of your father’s law has restrained you from almost everything in life, including the liberty to roam around your former land alone. In simpler terms: you were never free.

The night is still young, but your body is already weary enough to crave the soft mattress that can be found in the chambers shared by the two of you. Despite the tiredness, you were in no mood to leave the living room as you found comfort slouching on a settee facing the fireplace, listening to the soothing crackling from the burned woods.

“Why are you still awake?” a worried figure appeared from the mirror atop the fireplace. She walked over to you as soon as she stepped on the floor. “I was here three hours ago, and you didn’t bother to leave? Your body must be sore, sister, not to mention the babysitting with our youngest siblings.”

“We can stay here if you want,” a lady with peach hair says with concern.

“I appreciate the concern, girls, but it is still early… I’m not that tired,” you softly mumbled, trying to suppress a yawn with a wide smile. “This may come off, but what are you two doing here? I heard that there’s some commotion at the Seducing Woods; shouldn’t you be there, Brûlée?” your gaze never left her as the tall, pale woman with purplish hair sat before you.

“I needed to be here,” she simply quips, blowing her newly poured tea and glimpsing at your puzzled look.

“And I wanted to see you!” says the other one.

“Here? This isn’t the forest, Brûlée.”

Brûlée comes almost daily to accompany you, which you are thankful for. There are also nights that she checks on you from time to time. It can be through the mirrors or simply staying at your house and ensuring your needs. At first, you were bewildered by her ways of seeing you, but later on, you became accustomed to it, almost that it didn’t faze you that she appeared out of the blue.

Some of your in-laws visit you, but it is almost twice or thrice a month, considering their position, you understand. You were grateful that they took their time to spend their leisure time with you; never did they show any sign of detest in those times. Unlike some spouses of their siblings, you were just elated they treated you as a part of the family.

Most of the time, Chiffon and Brûlée knock at your door or appear from the mirrors in different corners of your house.

“Big brother asked me to look after you while he’s away,” Brûlée explains casually, leaning against the settee with a trace of determination across her face. “Actually… he asked all of us, but since most of my big brothers and sisters are busy with their work, they rarely come… and right now, I took the chance to escape dealing with those dimwits-minded pirates and let the other siblings handle it.”

Chiffon ‐ the peach-haired girl, nodded, “Brûlée also came to me and told me she was off to see you, so I took the chance!”

You were not a pirate nor had the liberty to sail the sea on your own accord, but when you stepped foot in Totto Land, you saw things that could leave you at a loss for words. Never in your wildest thought that such a country existed, much less imagined it… but it did. Although some things are difficult to explain and leave you dumbfounded, nothing can beat how his actions defy your pondering about this relationship – the union and mostly about him.

He continues to prove you wrong, not that you wanted to be cynical about him. Hell, it is the last thing you want! But considering where you grew up, it cannot be helped. To add fuel to the fire, the situation you’re dealing with is no different from the factors that lead you to think about it.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Excuse me, sister.” Chiffon picks up her transponder snail and answers it with: “sister is fine!”

“That is good to hear – hey, Oven, give that to m –”

“Hey sister, how are you?!”

“Now that you got to say your words, let me have this – Cracker give that to me! I’m gonna –”

“Big sister! I will ensure no pirates will step foot in your land!”

“Big talk right there, Cracker, when I was the one who monitored those weaklings. Now give that back to me!”

“What are you trying to say, Daifuku?!”

“I’m not done yet –”

“Shut up! Hey sister, I’m going to vis – hey Oven!”

Brûlée couldn’t contain her annoyance, “why don’t you guys try to resort to talking to her one by one?”

Instead of an answer, all she received were a series of banters from her big brothers, and you couldn’t even understand their words as they continued to bicker about who goes first in talking to you. Seeing them acting like that gives you a sense of belongingness; you were never the big shot in your own family, but somehow seeing how your husband’s siblings fought for your attention is surreal. As much as you try to understand their big brother’s impact on his siblings, you still fail to comprehend how you became a part of someone they have come to love. From a different perspective, your in-laws also look up to you the same way they see their big brother but, again, from a different perspective.

“I said I’ll go first!”

“No! You’ll just take all the time!”

“Daifuku is right!”

On the other hand, the woman with purplish hair who sits in front of you seems to restrain her displeasure and starts to yell at them, which makes everything worse. The other one, named Chiffon, tries to soothe her siblings but eventually joins the banters. Although the situation worsens, you find comfort that they have turned the silence of the living room into a swarming of energy from their bickers.

You couldn’t help but laugh at their enthusiasm and somehow pitied the snail at its continuous shifting of expressions: from anger to felicity to laughs and screams, their siblings’ bond is one of a kind that you also missed at your land.

Raising a hand despite not being able to be seen, you beamed. “Hi, guys! How are you there?”

“We are fine, sister!” the siblings from the other line answered unison, with the snail imitating their ecstasy.

“Hey, sister – I – hey!”

“Look, sister, I am goi – no! I - hey! Give that back!”

“Let me just finish – ow! Hey – clank”

Right before you could say something, the line was cut off. You just smiled over the cup of tea, elated to see that your in-laws are doing fine despite taking the mess into their own hands. It is not that you questioned their ability, but sometimes you cannot help but worry. Periodically you would check on them to see if they were okay, and thanks to your sister-in-law Brûlée, it was easy for you to move from place to place due to her abilities which you find so amazing.

The two girls shook their heads in disbelief and turned to you. “We’re sorry about that.”

“There’s nothing worth apologizing for,” you assured, smiling. “I’m glad you guys are okay… thank you for ensuring my safety.”

“Of course,” Brûlée exclaims, clearly flustered with your response. “We do not want to leave you alone, and certainly, we cannot withstand our big brother’s request… even if he doesn’t ask, we will do it voluntarily.”

“We just couldn’t leave you alone,” the other agreed.

Your eyes widened at their honesty but quickly tried to look away to hide the warm color of your cheeks through sipping your tea; Brûlée failed to notice your reaction much to your delight; however, Chiffon saw that subtle reaction.

“Big brother Katakuri is awesome… he’s the most independent sibling out there, and he is so strong that we all aspire to be as strong as him,” Brûlée explains while biting a cupcake. “Anyway, it must be hard for you to be married to him.”

The thought already crossed your mind: marrying him is no easy task. No, marriage is not easy; it bounds you for eternity. It is life-changing because you have already observed it from your siblings and parents. When you agree to be tied to him, you already know that there are things you have to compromise.

“What makes you say that?” you genuinely questioned.

Brûlée clears her throat and pauses, contemplating her sentence, “I mean… big brother is always away and, most times, when he’s here, he is always at work… I can very much perceive the difficulty of having time with him.”

Chiffon frowned at her sister’s question, “Brûlée! That’s not nice…” she turned to you with curiosity shining in her eyes. “Say, sister, what is it like to be married?”

It was the silence that engulfed you. The weight of the girls’ words is evident, leaving you silent for a minute. Chiffon’s question ran into your mind. Usually, you would answer it with fine, but in those moments, something akin to your desire to answer life-changing makes you want to say something different.

“Brûlée and Chiffon…” you softly called and straightly looked into their eyes. “Marriage is something that everyone should take seriously, it is not just the union of both sides, but it is a lifetime chapter that will shape the rest of your life.”

In between your pause, Chiffon interrupts. “Our family focuses on political marriage because it is what our mother wants… Most of us shut the idea of marrying for true love because we are bound with the responsibility of making our mother’s dream come true…” she lowers her head, dejected at the idea of marrying for convenience. “I’m gonna be honest… to see you and big brother Katakuri being in love gives hope that I – would someday have the same bond with you two.”

You could taste the tiniest hint of faith in her tone of your husband’s siblings. Chiffon is the most upfront about marrying for love. You cannot blame them for losing hope in finding affection in marriage; you’re also the same as them. A wave of sympathy came over you that you almost gave her false hope, which you never did.

You stood up and went over between the two girls who were lost in their reveries and gently placed a hand on both, “I cannot deny that political marriage tends to end up tumultuous, but that does not imply it could happen to the both of you. You must also remember that things may turn the way you do not want, but that does not mean it is the end of everything. There is time in everything; perhaps who knows that you and your siblings will find love the same way your brother and I do, or way better than ours.”

You gave them a reassuring smile; you know it is not the best advice, but it was what you could offer. The two-sister-in-law of yours seemed dazed, for all they could do was hug you, which you answered by leaning at their embrace and tapping their cheeks gently.

“We are so lucky to have a big sister like you,” Chiffon uttered, making you smile.

“And I am delighted to have you as my sisters,” you answered truthfully.

The three of you remained in that position as they showered you with questions about the life of matrimony; mainly, it was Chiffon because Brûlée entertained herself with the sweets they brought for you earlier.

“Is the life of being married hard?”

You thought for a second, “I-uhh... Maybe at first? Because of the sudden changes in your life, but as far as I can see… it is not…” you paused, thinking about the days you were newly married.

A feeling of sorrow starts to sprout that you choose to kill it off instantly, you’re with his sister, and it is not the right time for that. “You must learn to compromise; you have to give up something and in the same manner accept him wholeheartedly – his flaws, family – everything!”

“What about you?”

“Me?” you cleared your throat when Chiffon nodded. It didn’t escape from you how Brûlée glanced – also waiting for your answer. It is not because the question is difficult, you already have your answer, but before responding to the young girl’s curiosity, you sipped your tea.

“Well… I also have things to compromise, which is not a big deal because… I want to be part of your brother’s life.”

By that, you know it to yourself. When you agree with the marriage, you already see yourself in a different side of life – a life shared with someone who you vowed with your heart to cherish and love. The only person with whom you’re willing to set everything aside and risk things to be with him.

Chiffon leaned against your embrace, touched by your answer, while Brûlée, with food stuffed in her mouth, chimed in, “I always – no – all of us will forever wonder how marriage life works for the both of you….”

You laugh heartily at her blatant remark. “There are just things that you cannot understand, girls… but soon you will,” you smile.

Brûlée chuckles, “I can still remember that he said almost the same thing.”

You glanced at her – astonished. Did your husband talk about you with his siblings? You cannot see him being like that… even in the house you share with him, he’s different. Nonetheless, Charlotte Katakuri never fails to subside your doubts whenever you think of one; he may be thousands of kilometers away. Still, somehow, he can always make a way to connect with you in every possible way. Honestly, he continues to leave your thoughts at bay. This demeanor of Katakuri is what you’ve been holding onto that tiniest shade of light you see in this marriage.

The girls didn’t stay too long, although they insisted on waiting until you fell asleep. You refused because you were really not ready to rest. It was also getting late, so they had to return to their own shelter because there were responsibilities to do once the sun rose.

Once they left, you started to clean and brew another tea. It has been a long day, but some of you wanted to stay in the living room. You took a blanket and covered yourself as the coldness started to make its way under your clothes. For the past five months, it became your routine to simply sit over a cup of tea with a book in your hand and wait until it is late enough for you to stand up and head to your chamber.

Despite the comfort of the silence and being alone in the middle of the night, words cannot digest in your mind, for your intuition is somewhere in the conversation with Chiffon and Brûlée earlier. You cannot help but think about your answers.

Everything you said is the truth, but when you try to contemplate it… somehow it feels almost illusory.

You thought back on the days of your life before being married.

Political marriage is a thing for powerful families, and you’re familiar with it. When your father broke the news over a fraught dinner, no one was surprised… instead all of your siblings simply nodded, questioning who would be the chosen one while you just silently listened.

As your name left your father’s mouth, everyone was astonished, but mostly, it was you who was lost for words. You have siblings who are far prettier and more adventurous than you are, but it was nerve-wracking when your father shared that the Emperor of the Sea specifically chose you.

Your family is a product of political marriage; as much as you wanted to see the love between your parents, you failed. Being the youngest, your father was very strict with you, which you cannot understand, but you could tell it was mainly because you looked like his wife who ran away from his land.

The marriage was a yes-only answer; when the Emperor of the Sea speaks, no one can say no – or if there’s one, it takes a lot of courage; it sparks a war. But you’re no warrior, just a lady with the blood of royalty of vast influence that the emperor needs.

Since you were young, you knew about the Navy, Emperors, and pirates because of his distrust of you not to run away. He brought you with him to Whole Cake Island whenever he met with the residing Yonkou – Big Mom. You will forever be aghast by the sight of the island and how everything is paradise, everyone was friendly, and you have become accustomed to their treatment to the point that they allowed you to enter their workplace and even baked with them.

You’re a good cook. Being almost restricted to the outside, you busied yourself with cooking. When Big Mom took a liking to your baked cupcakes, that was also the time she became fond of you – which was also a good thing for this political marriage. She can be the worst nightmare for everyone, but she appears to be delicate and sweet whenever it is with you. However, you’re like everyone in her eyes on some occasions.

You shifted position and took notice of the symbolism of your union with Big Mom’s son, bringing you back to your senses. He inserted the ring on your finger with no words to say, yet his actions were enough for you to feel over the moon.

“I could never regret this decision,” you mumbled, smiling as you traced the gems of your wedding ring.

No matter how you think this marriage was your escape from the life you had come to feel suffocated, it is no secret that Katakuri took your hand and led you to a new promising one. He is known to be the strongest general, the ideal brother of his siblings, and you cannot in any way taint his image as the perfect son and sibling. Before you came into his life, there was his family, and you wholeheartedly accepted it.

Katakuri has been away for five months, and you’ve been married for half a year. In the first month, he was at the main island, primarily due to his duties, and when he came home, it would be late… too late that you would fall asleep waiting for him and wake up in your room with him already gone. That series of actions became the routine of the two of you, no matter how you look at it… you just cannot hate your husband.

It has always been like that until now. For the past six months, you waited for Katakuri every night, even when he asked for your permission (despite believing that your words have no power over your mother-in-law), that he’ll be gone for five months. You were waiting for him.

Sometimes, when the sun rises, you bring yourself to your chamber and drift to sleep. Each night seems tiresome, but your determination to see him first once he’s back winning over your weary system.

Your in-laws have no idea about this, Brûlée would sometimes express her distress over you - staying up late, but you would just answer her as you’re not yet tired. In reality, you were just waiting for your man.

Life with him is way different from what you anticipated, but you do know it is bound to happen as he is a man of responsibility. But with the series of absences, you would have concluded that perhaps… he did marry you out of convenience? Or was it just you who thought that this might turn out differently?

From the book you’ve read, different genres, and authors, you had come to believe the hope in everything, and right now, you were clinging to the faith of this marriage.

Compromise. It is one of the things you compromise; you chose to understand him. Above everyone, now that he is married, isn’t his wife’s job to believe in him? Be at his back and support him in everything? You understand him. Never in each second did you resent him for the odd interactions where you are sleeping soundly while being carried by him back to the room shared by the two of you? His responsibility is still his to take, even being tied to you. The least you could do is not add another to his plate, for he already has too much.

Katakuri never raised a hand against you… as a matter of fact, he’s different from what you expected; the subtle treatment of him each night is a message of his affection for you… but you know there is more to it, but his responsibilities should be met first. His siblings are way too expressive than your own husband, at least to their knowledge. However, knowing Katakuri for years, you could tell the emotions that lie in those demeanors. However, due to his schedule, there was little to no exchange of conversations with you, which is beyond belief; you thought it might change someday, but it just worsened.

But it is what it is.

“When will you be back?” you mumbled, staring at the ring almost sorrowfully.

Charlotte Katakuri, a man of few words and the man you vowed to love for eternity, has been away for almost all the days of being married. Although it was the start of something new, you cannot help but imagine that you were falling right into where your parents’ relationship is.

It is clear as bright as the sun that you’re missing your husband, but what else could you do other than wait? You have been waiting since your marriage, how you always stay late in the living room with the hope you’ll see his manly figure entering the house… but no.

At some time during the first month of marriage, you were doing as you do as of the moment. There were times that Katakuri was surprised to see you – awake waiting for him. The two of you would eventually spend the night over a cup of tea or in bed in a warm embrace and exchange of perception on deep topics worth discussing. Katakuri is a man of few words, but much to everyone’s oblivion with you, he can be the most talkative person you love to converse on a topic because he is a man with substance and intellect; you just love to be lost in his thoughts.

Those are rare moments; in most cases, you just fell asleep waiting for him.

Hugging your knees while staring at the ring and thinking about this marriage life took your energy, and you drifted to sleep, hoping that your husband would come home this night. The longing is burning you out that seeing him seems to be next to impossible.

The bed is empty without him – everything is just too different. The deafening silence of your longing for him starts to make its way. You were waiting for him all these times, silently. Somehow, right now, saying it would probably ease you in any way it can.

“I miss you,” you softly mumbled before slumber’s darkness overtook you.

Being married to Charlotte Katakuri is a roller coaster of emotions; he could lift you to the top of the Skypiea similarly and drown you more extensively than the Fish-Man Island. But because he’s the man you never regret marrying, everything about him is worth compromising.

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#one piece x reader #one piece x you #katakuri scenario #katakuricharlotte #charlotte katakuri #big mom #whole cake island #one piece #katakuri x you #katakuri x y/n #katakuri x reader

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Library event (first time)

“And as the sun goes down, Giggles curls up on your bed and rests her big head beside you. Tonight she’ll play in your dreams and guide you away from all those awful nightmares. All you have to do is believe in the magic of your own imagination, and let that little voice inside you speak.” Paradise recited from the picture book, her voice a perfect mix of respect for the kids, and silly excitement. The picture was of a chihuahua sized Shine curled up like a puppy on the bed, around her other toys sat, and a small child was yawning. “Go outside, eat new foods, try something you never thought you could, because Giggles will do it with you.” The drawings showed her munching on an orange next to a middle school aged child, the two of them high fiving. “Adventures are something you’ll never grow out of, if you keep that spark of a silly laugh alive. Giggle along with her, and see what there is to see in this amazing world around you!”

She smiled at (insert watcher), or she thought she did, since she couldn’t see them. She knew Halo was there, and that was enough. She’d spent enough years with Shine to work with invisible figures. Instead she focused on the event at hand.

…

She packed up the last remaining book, luckily there were only a few of them. She got to walk off with a nice bit of cash, and the smiles of all those kids. That one little boy in particular had caught her heart when he hugged the doll and gave her the biggest smile. His parents had a weird look when they saw what Giggle along looked like, but they let him keep it.

Paradise caught sight of a familiar form. With a pair of slightly blue tinted glasses, a cozy gray hat, and comfortable clothes, was Shine. Para swung herself over a chair and skidded to a halt next to her Godly girlfriend. “I see you made yourself smaller again~.” She slid a hand along her arm. “How did your big fight scene go? I was getting a little worried there.”

Shine still reacted to the touch, which made Para Very happy, but she wasn’t bantering back. Instead she shrank another half inch and pulled Para closer. “...It…went.”

Paradise pulled them away from the groups of people into a nook and sat her down on a stepstool. Para herself sat on the floor so they’d be closer in sitting height. She didn’t mind looking up a little, she was pretty used to this position. “Hey, what’s got my sugarplum glum?”

Shine couldn’t help but giggle just a tiny bit. It was enough. “I…I lost the fight, and worse than that I lost track of my boy again. I was so close, I was so feathering close to getting him back.”

Paradise rested her hand on her girlfriend’s thigh and shook her head. “It’ll be alright, you’re a God, remember?” She wasn’t completely sure who the kid Shine was so focused on was outside of some panicked descriptions of torture done to said child and a single gushing motherly rant about how cute he was. “You can rely on me.”

Shine shoved herself off the stepstool and into Para’s arms, not the first time they’d been like this, but it wasn’t usually due to comfort reasons. “I’m so- I’m terrified of what they might be doing to him while I’m gone. I had to stop by Andy’s place just to get my bearings back.”

She knew about Andy, and hopefully they’d get to meet soon. “Hey, I got you.”

“heh..I know.”

….

They were walking along a street in South Bend Michigan at Para’s request to get out of Hatchfield for a bit. Shine looked less upset, but she was clearly distracted and talking to someone. It was…Well Paradise wasn’t going to tell her magical partner to get off the multidimensional phone when she was dealing with whatever was happening. If Shine didn’t want to talk about it, it was for a reason.

Instead she focused on the donuts they’d picked up. She loved watching her girlfriend’s face light up around food. It was like seeing someone discover their favorite food, but so far it had been every single thing they’d tried. It never got old.

Their conversation about whether or not a cat would be safe to bring into the black and white was interrupted by a call that even Paradise could hear. “Mama!”

They froze. Shine took paradise by both hands and her eyes were literally glowing with emotion. “That’s him. That’s my baby. I’ll be back soon, I promise. I’m sending us back to your place.” Without her usual dramatics they were instantly inside Paradise’s new home. Para stumbled but caught herself in Shine's arms. “Stay here please.”

“Wait-”

“Yes?”

Paradise pulled her still smaller body into a kiss. “I love you, ok? I love you and if you need help, I’ll do what this little human body can do to the best of my ability.” She held on an extra second and pressed one more kiss to her cheek. “Come back to me soon, ok?”

Shine shivered and tugged her down for a goodbye kiss. “I will, so keep yourself safe.” She was gone.

#hatchetblr #paradise #library event

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