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crozierahegao · 8 months
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when do my brain go back to normal
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alexandrium · 1 year
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want beans and plantains and sour cream
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oneforthemunny · 8 days
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home is wherever i'm with you |hockey player!eddie munson x reader|
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prompt: life on the road during hockey season is far less glamorous than you thought it would be. homesick and lonely, eddie tries to get you feeling better.
also special thank you to @angietherose for the name of the au hockey team :) eddie is officially on the indy reapers! thank you to all who voted as well!
contains: fluff, but there is slight angst at the beginning. mentions of loneliness, a little depression. slight-ish tension or strain on the relationship, but you know i make it happy at the end lol. language.
Pasadena, California - 1993 
Day seventeen on your six week excursion with Eddie. Well, excursion was a generous thing to call what this was. You were feeling more like a groupie for the Indianapolis Reapers, a puck bunny as Eddie’s teammates snickered, brows raised in suggest when they’d pass jersey clad girls lingering around their buses. Stop after stop- press, practice, training, games, all over the nation. 
A suitcase full of clothes you’d grown sick of already, longing to go home and trade them for something different, washing them in the sharp, sterile detergent of the hotels. You longed for your own sheets, perfumed with your own detergent. 
Eddie was gone for most of the day. You tried to sightsee on your own, explore the cities but it was lonely, lacking someone to giggle with over lattes, to hold your hand in the street, just to talk to. The other WAGS that came along, stuck out the long haul across the states, clung to each other, comfortable in their own little clique. You were too new, an outsider to their group. 
“Hey, babe,” Eddie pressed the key into the lock, twisting the heavy latch open. “Babe, do you have that stuff? Did you bring it?” He hummed, dropping his bag at the door, kicking off his sneakers. 
His nose curled at the pungent smell, ripe from the warming weather of California. “Jesus Christ, I gotta wash this stuff. I’m sorry, I’ll put it in the laundry thing.” Eddie hummed, sliding the slotted closet door open. “Can’t believe how warm it is here already. Feels so nice outside. You’ve been outside today, sweetheart?” He rambled, sweetly, tossing the powdered detergent into the washer, shoving the workout clothes from his bag into the tiny machine. 
The steady hum of the air conditioner filled the room, his only response. Eddie’s brows lifted, jamming the button of the washer, sliding the door back into place. He didn’t remember hearing you say you were leaving today, but he had taken a pretty hard hit to the glass during practice, ears still ringing dully. 
“Baby?” Eddie called, opening the bathroom door, empty of you other than the scattered products on the vanity. Heavy steps on the patterned carpet, Eddie walked into the bedroom suite, halting at the edge of the crumpled sheets. 
You laid on your side, still in what he’d left you in that morning, eyes puffy and red rimmed looking motionlessly out the window. “Hey, I thought you- I was, uh, I was just talking but-” Eddie’s heart beat in his throat, uneasy at the sight of you, crumpled in the sheets. “Are you ok?” 
You turned, cheek still pressed to your arms under the pillow, just enough to see him- all wild curls, matted and frizzy with helmet hair. “Yeah,” You croaked, throat scratchy and sore with sobs that had stilled hours ago, still you were plagued with the aftershocks of weeks of suppressed emotion. 
“I- I’m not trying to sound like a dick or anything here, but you’re clearly not.” Eddie said softly, slowly approaching the bed. The bed dipped under his weight, a warm hand rubbing over your ankle under the cool sheets. 
“Baby,” Your face crumpled at the coo, so sweet, gentle, it made your nose burn. “What’s goin’ on?” Eddie muttered, thumb circling your ankle bone gently. 
Your nose burned with a slow, shaky exhale that he felt, rattled all the way down your body under his touch. Eddie’s heart dropped. “Hey, look at me.” Eddie’s voice was softened but sharp, teetering on frantic. You turned, looking at his wide eyes, running over your frame in worry. “What’s goin’ on? What’s the matter?” 
Your lip wobbled, head screaming words you couldn’t bring yourself to say- you didn’t know how to say. “I just-” You took a breath, chest stuttering. “I don’t… feel good.” 
Eddie’s brows creased, crawling up the bed beside you. “Don’t feel good, like, sick?” He muttered, the back of his hand pressing to your palm. “You don’t feel hot t’me. What hurts? Is it your head still? I told you, baby, that hippie dippie shit only works so much. You have to take medicine-” 
“-No,” You shook your head, eyes squeezing tightly to keep your tears at bay. “It’s-it’s not that.” 
Eddie blinked carefully. “What? Is it, like, the time of the month? D’ya need me to go get some stuff for you? You know I don’t mind to. Not a problem for me, baby, just tell me what you need.” Eddie’s head tilted to the side, so sweet and doting, it made your chest heat with swarming guilt and adoration. 
“I’m not on my period. It’s nothing, Ed.” You shook your head, curling back into your pillow. 
Eddie stilled above you. “Are- Are you pregnant?” He whispered. 
“No.” You groaned quickly, head shaking into the warmth of the pillows. 
Eddie sighed lightly, a huff of relief that fell short, when your body turned from him, back towards the window with a long inhale. “Hey, can you- can you look at me? Please? Look at me, baby.” Eddie’s pitch raised, teetering towards scared, his hand on your shoulder, pushing you gently so you rolled on your back. 
He hovered over you, curls falling down nearly brushing your cheeks. “Tell me what’s going on. Please? Tell me what’s wrong.” Eddie whispered, nearly a beg. “You don’t feel good? You don’t feel good here?” His throat swelled, tight with fear. “With me?” 
Your silence had Eddie’s stomach twisting, dropping with fear, bile rising in the back of his throat- he was going to be sick, he was sure he would be. 
“No,” You muttered, head shaking lightly under the pillow. “Not with you, just,” You reached up, nervously twirling his curl around your finger. “Just with this.” 
Eddie swallowed, willing himself still, calm, though his heart felt like it might give out. “This? Wh-What do you mean this?” Eddie’s voice shook. 
You blinked up at him, eyes rounding in a sad softness he hadn’t seen before. “I just… I miss being home.” You whispered, eyes glossing with a fresh wave of tears that pricked your waterline. “I miss seeing my friends, and being in my own bed, a-and even work. I just,” Your breath hitched, lip trembling. “I’m just really lonely.” 
Eddie was sure his heart did give out, break right in his chest, sunk right to the pit of his stomach. “Do you- You wanna go home?” Eddie’s hand ran down your cheek gently. “That’s what you want? That would make you feel better?” 
Your face crumbled, caved into itself at his tone. “I-I don’t know.” You admitted, eyes squeezed shut to keep the tears in. “I don’t want to leave you, b-but I don’t-” You pressed your palms to your eyes, taking a slow inhale through your nose. “I just don’t want to be alone so much. A-And I know that’s not your fault. I know you’re working.” 
When your eyes did meet his, Eddie wished they’d stayed closed, heartbreakingly sad, vacant of that light that usually shone through, brightening anything cast in your gaze. “I just… I’m feeling homesick, ‘m sorry.” You muttered. “I just really miss home, and I’m having a bad day.” 
“You don’t- Don’t apologize.” Eddie shook his head. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were feelin’ like this.” Eddie swallowed, pulling you up gently. Your body was slack, limp with unmotivated movement, but still, you settled into his arms. The tension in your body melted, nose buried in the material of his shirt, lathered in cologne and the hot California air. 
“I have a half day tomorrow.” Eddie muttered, his heart beating fast, you could hear it, feel it. His hand smoothed up your back. “We’ll do something. Go exploring and stuff. Do some fun stuff.” 
“You’re ‘sposed to rest.” You muttered, cheek squished to his chest. “It’s before your game, you’re supposed to be resting.” 
“Yeah, but that is resting.” Eddie shook his head gently. “I’ll be alright. Promise. Played after way worse. Me and Josh used to come in hungover, vomited on the ice one time.” Eddie’s chest rumbled with soft laughter. “Pretty sure we’re the reason that rule’s in place now.” 
Your lips curled, even through your sullen, dazed mood, you couldn’t help it. Clinging to him tighter, you moved into his touch. “Coach just means take it easy like, don’t go get fucked up and actually sleep the night before.” Eddie muttered, chin tucking down onto your head. “C’mon, lemme take you out tomorrow. Me and you. Go anywhere you want.” 
You didn’t reply. Instead, sighed gently, settling into his hold. 
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Eddie was restless through all of morning practice, hands buzzing, ready to run to the rental car at the first dismissal. Shower be damned, he’d take a quick one at the hotel, he couldn’t be held up any longer. 
“What’s goin’ on with you, Munson?” Elijah muttered, next to Eddie in the huddle on the ice, the coach’s droning about protocol for the game. 
“Nothin’.” Eddie whispered back, twisting his stick in his hands. “Just wish he’d fuckin’ hurry up.” 
Elijah’s eyes cut to Eddie, snorting lightly. “You got somewhere to be?” 
“Yeah, I do actually.” Eddie sighed out. “Gotta get back. Promised my girl I’d take her out.” 
Elijah’s brows raised. “Shit, you brought her with you?” 
Eddie’s shoulders tensed. “She wanted to come.” He muttered defensively. “I mean, she wanted to. Now it’s kinda fucked, she’s-” Eddie’s eyes cut around him. “She’s kinda homesick.” 
Elijah nodded slowly. “Yeah, that happens.” He fought back a smile. “When’s the last time you took her out?” 
Eddie’s eyes cut to him, defensive with accusation. “It’s not like that. I take her out.” 
“Yeah? On the off day? After we’ve traveled all day?” Elijah snorted, shaking his head. “C’mon, Munson. Believe me, that doesn’t count.” 
Eddie ignored him, gripping his stick with furious annoyance. The fuck did he know? He didn’t know anything. 
“Look, I’m not tryna piss you off. I did it, too. Just- believe me, alright? That one day shit doesn’t work.” Elijah pressed gently. 
“Hey, I got it, alright? I’m good.” Eddie growled. 
Elijah held his hands up in defense. “Alright, I’m just saying, when it was me,” He started. “I wasn’t meaning to. I just wasn't used to it. Had my own road routine and tried to fit her around it instead of into it. Thought it was going good until it wasn’t.” 
Eddie stilled, silent but shoulders slumping lightly. “You gotta change your routine, find a way to fit her into it. She’s on the road too, not just you.” Elijah continued. 
The coach whistled, waving them in dismissal. Eddie blinked, pulled out of his daze, lifting his helmet and stick with him. Elijah nodded at him. “Have fun tonight, Munson.” He smiled softly. “Make sure you take her somewhere nice.” 
Elijah’s words rang in Eddie’s head all the way back to the hotel, only a short drive from the arena. Eddie nearly threw his keys at the valet, sliding into the elevator shamelessly, bouncing on the balls of his toes until he reached your floor. 
You startled when he came in, sitting at the vanity, doing your makeup. “You’re done already?” 
“Yeah,” Eddie muttered, ducking down for a kiss. “Just gotta shower real quick, but are you hungry?” He shimmied his workout sweats onto the floor, kicking his socks off with them. 
Your eyes lingered over his bare lower half for a second, turning back to paint your mascara on. “I’m not starving.” You mumbled. 
“Alright, good, I was gonna see if we could go to this place. I think you’ll like it.” Eddie grinned over his shoulder at you, the hiss of the shower coming to life. “Some guys told me if you’re in Pasadena you gotta go here.” His smile so wide, eyes sparkling in the dim yellowed light of the hotel bathroom, it made your tummy tingle with warm excitement. 
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“Promise you’re not looking?” Eddie mumbled, hands over your eyes, waddle-walking awkwardly behind you, pressed close to your back. 
“Swear I’m not.” You grinned. Eddie was right, it was beautiful outside. Warm and bright, light illuminating his hands that covered your eyes with a reddish glow. 
“I can feel you trying to. Your lashes are tickling me.” Eddie muttered, leaving you giggling. “Ok, just- you know what, this is good enough. I’m scared you’re gonna trip.” Eddie said, lips curling at your soft laugh. 
“Are you ready for your surprise?” You could hear Eddie’s grin in his voice, a breeze floating between the two of you. 
“Yes.” You giggled, Eddie’s chest swelling at the sound. “Just show me. Your hands are clammy. They’re gonna smear my mascara.” 
“Shit, sorry.” Eddie muttered sheepishly, a blush spilling on his cheeks, pulling his hands away so they were still in front of you. “Ok, ready?” 
“Eddie-” 
“-Sorry, Alright, one, two,” Eddie moved his hands, smiling proudly in front of you, a pinkish looking building behind you. “Here it is! Surprise!”
You blinked. “Oh.” You quipped softly. 
Eddie blinked, smile falling. “What? I thought you’d- You don’t like it?” 
“No,” You shook your head. “I mean, no, that’s- Where are we?” 
“Oh,” Eddie shook his head lightly. “Shit, I thought you’d know. Uh, apparently this place is supposed to be like the place for flowers, y’know? Pasadena has that flower festival thing, but it’s not until later and I know you like to go to the cool places, and-” Eddie motioned to the store behind him. 
You took in the building, spilling over with plants you could see from the inside. “I, uh, I know you miss home.” Eddie said softly. “And I was just thinking, y’know, we can’t get houseplants like at home, but maybe some bouquets? Some flowers for the hotel room.” 
Eddie waited a beat, desperately trying to read your face, eyes wandering over the building and the signs. “I thought maybe you’d pick out some flowers and-and it would make it feel like home.” Eddie’s hands slid down his jeans, hot from the sun beaming on them. “Plus, you wanted to see some around here, a-and y’know… one bird, two stones.” Eddie rambled, shrugging sheepishly. 
You felt the familiarity of a cry bubbling back in your chest, swelling and suffocation, only this time the aching of sadness was gone. In its place, a bubbling, burning feeling of adoration was left, consuming you from the inside out with every nervous glance Eddie gave you. He’d listened, really fucking listened. He always did, but this time it was different. Relief, comfort washing over you for the first time in days. 
It felt like home. 
Like the two of you were back in Hawkins, or Indianapolis even, perusing the usual spots, happy and content to be together in a familiar place. 
Eddie wasn’t expecting you to grab him, pull him into you with a fierce, sloppy kiss. Right there on the sidewalk, under the California sunshine. Lips melting into his, clawing and grabbing at his shirt, the back of his neck. Eddie’s cheeks burned bright when you pulled apart, a smile so wide and goofy it made you giggle. 
He let you grab his hand, lead him around the flower shop like a lost puppy, picking out anything and everything that made you smile. A bright bouquet spilling out beautifully in the green vase, made just for you. 
You sat it right on the small bedside table, beaming at how it livened up the room. Eddie wasn’t sure if it was the flowers or you. Either way, it revived you, made you happier and giddier. Made the sheets of the hotel less cold when you slipped beneath them, legs tangled in his, pinning him under you onto the stiff mattress. It made the room brighter, spilling with a new fragrance that felt familiar. 
It was small, a miniscule way that meant the world to you; made you feel at home. Eddie knew it, planning how he’d do it with every next city, until you finally got back home.
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autisticlancemcclain · 2 months
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fic rec friday 59
hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.
Lance Denies The Feels by @bleusarcellewrites
“Hey, knock it dead, Sharpshooter.” Keith winks and Lance’s weak. ‘Thanks, I’ll be right back.’ He tries to say, to excuse himself calm and collected so he would exit the training room and go to a corner on a room with no boys with hot mullets, so he can maybe, just maybe, come to terms with the sudden events like a normal person. “You fight good!” Lance shouts instead. [In which Lance isn't aware that he has a crush and the realization hits him hard enough to screams his bi feelings out. On an empty room. Which turns out not to be emtpty. It works out for him in the ends, thanks to a Mulan reference.]
big big fan of fics where lance is so obviously crushing on keith that its just embarrassing for everyone around him. and keiths fond and quiet indulgence fucking -- well. truly gets me every time. also love the clowning he gets from the team lmao
2. See no Evil, Hear no Evil, Speak no Evil by galaxymilk
Lance becomes the vessel for a high-tech Galra weapon that will detonate at the mere mention of its existence. The clock is ticking, Lance, you better think fast.
i read this when i was the tender tender age of fourteen and let me tell you it FUCKED ME UP!!!!!!!!! imagine carrying a bomb in your body that might kill your friends. but if you tell anyone it detonates. that fear? that terror? it is REEKING off the fucking screen. you will read this fic breathless. your heart will make home in your throat. your muscles will cramp in their tenseness. also it features lance bragging about keith to random strangers in the beginning lol
3. When Did This Happen? by memoriesofrain
What do you mean they're together? I thought they were just really close! OR No one knew Hunk and Lance were together and Lance is homesick.
some hance!! yall know i love me some secret relationship. and i love it so much more when its not actually secret relationship and is instead 'yah weve been openly dating this whole time yall are just too dumb to notice' like that one makes me giggle
4. Space Is Cold by corvus (borrowedphrases)
Lance is a pain in the butt, but Hunk loves him and worries about him anyway.
was in my hance era when i was making these bookmarks apparently. and u know what? i was correct. hance is cute as shit. also, 2016 fics will always hold the most specialest of places in my heart. each one of them ate truly. this one is so cute and intimate.
5. Snapshots and Other Bonding Moments by @shyfoxes
Hunk and Lance are constants in each other's lives, and that will never change. Four moments between Lance & Hunk and One moment spent with Team Voltron.
four plus ones!! my beloved!!! small moments of regular life love!!! my beloved!!! 2016 fics!!! my beloved!!! god some of the tags on this thing...nostalgia. anyways. i loved this fic because i have always loved fics diving into the characters' lives prekerb, u know? i want Backstory. also the lilo and stitch references were cute. if youre not a fan of hance, this is pre relationship so can def be read as platonic!! such a cute fic fr
that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!
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bluegalaxygirl · 4 months
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Heyyy!!!! i was wondering if you could write a zosan with a reader that speaks a different language and her background is different from them and she’s homesick and she cooks food from home and sanji wants to learn how to cook it so that next time she’s homesick (i’m homesick really bad right now lol)
(more cats for you)🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽
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Thank you so much for the cats they are so cute and i love how each one represents a member of the straw hat crew. Also i love the idea and i'm sorry your homesick so i hope this is good.
Zoro X Sanji X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship, reader is GN.
Warning: Fluff.
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^ You don't often get homesick but sometimes places or things remind you of home and when that happens things can hit hard. Once happy memories now make you cry and of course Zoro and Sanji took notice. They knew your home was important to you and leaving was a big decision, so they understood when you got a little down but this was different.
^ You often use your own language when you get mad about something or to express something but its funny to see some of the crew's reaction to it. Luffy, Chopper and Franky is always confused while Brook and Usopp tend to get more scared than when there scolded by Nami especially if your angry words are directed at them. Nami loves it and if she isn't getting threw to anyone she'll often drag you over and tell you to do your worst, she has no idea what your saying but its effective. Robin and Jinbe know a few words here and their mainly because they have both travailed a lot and like to learn new things.
^ Sanji and Zoro don't understand exactly what your saying, but they know what you mean either by your body language or tone of voice. Zoro has picked up a few words here and there but only knows what they might mean, your surprised at how accurate he is on sometimes. Sanji loves listening to you talk in your language he often gets heart eyes even when your mad about something he can't help but love the way you talk and the strange words that fall from your lips.
^ Sanji and Zoro love to hear about your home and your culture, your home was so different to theirs on so many levels. When you told them you were feeling homesick they both asked what they could do to help but you honestly didn't know, Sanji asked if you could teach him how to cook food from your home while Zoro offered to get put stuff on your shared room that reminded you of home, like a color or figure.
^ You asked your grandmother to send you and copy of her old recipe book so Sanji could use it but you ran into a problem when it arrived, you forgot it was in your language and your Grandmother didn't put too many measurement down since she was the type to do things by eye. You didn't worry too much though, you rewrote the book so Sanji could understand and in a way it made you feel a lot better and remember old times.
^ Sanji watched you cook mainly form memory even though the book was right in front of you and managed to fill in the missing measurement, but he was so impressed, you really knew what you were doing and the smile on your face made his heart flutter. He helped you cook both of you working together to create something that meant so much to you and Sanji made sure to port even more love and care into the food than he normally does.
^ Zoro asked you a lot about your culture and home, form there he picked up a few things that you most likely didn't realize were important to you so kept them in mind. He could see the way your eyes light up when talking about your home and often wants to hear more just to see that look on your face, he'll sit there for hours if you let him just looking at you with so much love.
^ When ever you went out to a village to get stuff he would come with you and tend to spot things that reminded you of home, he'd ask if you wanted it but you'd say no. Zoro knows you to well sometimes and can tell by a simple shift of the eyes if your lying or not. If you are lying he'll keep the places Name in mind, so he can go out with someone else later to get it for you. Zoro wouldn't give you the things that he bought instead he would do one of two things, hide it for another time like when your homesick again, or just put it in your room and just shrug when you ask about it.
^ Getting homesick would come few and far between after everything they've done for you but when it does hit, it hurts and sometimes you can't even look at the food from home Sanji cooks or the little things in your room that Zoro got you. In times like that no one knows what to do not even you, all the boys can do is hold you and give you words of love and reassurance but Luffy ended up giving the boys an idea, it didn't surprise them that their captain wanted to throw a party but what did surprise them was the theme.
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You weren't aloud outside your room for hours, Sanji and Zoro only told you it was a surprise and to wait so you did even though it was a long wait you still did it. When Sanji finally walks in your relived only for the man to make you close your eyes and cover them while he helps you out the room and down onto the grassy deck of the sunny. "You ready?" Sanji asks seeming more excited as his hands go to your waist keeping you still, you feel another set of hands this time around your wrists "I hope you like it" Zoro's voice hits your ears making you smile and nod, finally your hands are pulled away from your face to reveal the grassy deck full of food, drinks and decorations. You couldn't help the smile that forms as the crew cheer "Surprise" Sanji and Zoro smile at you as your face lights up, everything about the deck, the food and drinks are based around your home and culture, it felt like you were home again. Tears of joy well up in your eyes as you pull your boys in for a hug "This is amazing, thank you" You laugh unable to believe what they've done for you. "Your welcome love but it wasn't really our idea" Sanji rubs your back as you pull away and turn hearing Luffy laugh behind you "It was the captain's idea" Zoro looks over at his captain who nods before pointing to Brook "Lets Party".
The music was just like home as well as the energy, Nami and Robin danced together and you could tell that Robin has been teaching the navigator a few of your home town moves. The food was almost everything form your grandmas cook book, all perfectly made by Sanji with a helping hand from Nami and Chopper. It teased perfect, almost like your grandmother had made it herself, you couldn't be more happy with it and you knew your grandmother would be proud and probably fawn over Sanji for making it perfect. The decor was made by Usopp and Franky but Zoro was the one who told them what to make and if things where wrong, you knew he took notice but there were very small details that he got just right even the placement was perfect. Brook asked for help form Jinbe and Robin since they seemed to know more about your language and Music, he wanted to play music, but he also wanted to try and play it in your language, the poor musician struggled a little but you couldn't be prouder, he got a few words wrong but it never affected the song or the meaning behind it. After hearing everything you couldn't help but be thankful to everyone and express that as many times as possible.
As the night went on you danced, sang and had a very good time, your homesickness long forgotten and that heavy feeling gone. You sat with the two boys, Zoro in the middle like always watching the others dance and Brook sing, you sang lightly along with the music in your native language tapping your knee with your finger to the beat. Zoro was transfixed holding his beer mug in his hand but not taking a sip just looking at you calm and happy face and listening to you sing in words he doesn't full understand. You only stop singing when you look up and notice the look on Zoro's face, his light smile and focused eye on yours "Don't stop" His simple words made you smile leaning into him more and placing your head on his shoulder, Sanji reaches his hand over and interlocks your fingers with his "Please love, keep going" You couldn't refuse the two so continued on while the swordsman's hand rubs your hip and the cooks thumb runs over yours. "Its beautiful" Sanji whispers after the songs over and watches as you lift your head off Zoro's shoulder "I can't thank you two enough, this is... beyond amazing" You couldn't help but thank them. Everything about this is perfect, Sanji moves tucks some hair behind your ear before leaning over and place his lips on yours "Anything for you, mi amour" The cook places one last kiss on your lips before sitting back.
Zoro places his still full mug down before looking you over as you turn to look up at him, his hand running up your side as he leans down "There's no need to thank us, the nights not over yet" The swordsman speaks against your lips before placing a kiss on them, a few short kisses turn into longer kisses until Zoro bits your lower lip asking for something more. You gladly provide, opening your mouth for him and letting your tongues meet and roam around, running your hand up his chest to his cheek you rub your thumb over his cheek bone while lightly humming in delight. You only pull away when air is needed but you stay close and whisper loving words to him in your own language making the man smiles and kiss your lips lightly. Zoro turns to Sanji who's looking at the two of you with love and a slight pinkness to his cheeks, "You did a good job" The swordsman leans over places kisses on the cooks lips who gladly kisses back "You did too" The blonde complements before locking lips with Zoro eagerly opening his mouth before the swordsman can get a chance to ask, as the two make out you can't help but smile seeing the two happy and loving each other. Sanji soon pulls away slightly breathless but with a wide smile "You want to dance?" The cook asks taking your hand looking you over before looking at Zoro. The swordsman shakes his head refusing the offer while picking his mug back up drinking some of it.
You nod kissing Zoro's cheek before standing and letting Sanji take your hand walking you over to where the others are. You love dancing with Sanji, you often do it in the kitchen but with the lights, the music and decor it feels special, wrapping your arms around Sanji's neck you lean in closer placing your lips on his as his hands guide your hips as you dance. You two share light kisses throughout only focusing on each other and blocking out the world around you two, as the music picked up so did your dancing, going form slow and intimate to a quicker pace with more energy. Luffy, Chopper and Franky were fascinated by how well you danced using moves from your home while Sanji followed, over the years you've tough each other a lot of dances from your home, so he was very good at it. Zoro watched from afar lightly smiling at how much you seemed to be enjoying yourself, you still sang along to Brooks music in your native language, something about the change of tone or voice when you speak so confidently in that language makes his heart flutter a little. In the end you couldn't be more thankful to the people you have around you, your crew is your family and it may not be home but its like your second home and when needed they can make it more like your old home.
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misc-obeyme · 6 months
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Okay, since nobody sent me a fluff prompt for Beelzebub, I got to choose one myself. I'm not complaining, but this is entirely self indulgent. I chose the prompt "autumn leaves" because I decided to go for the autumn theme when I made my filler prompt list.
Here is a little bit of CC lore for context - for most of my life, I lived in a place with all four seasons. Autumn was by far my favorite. A couple years ago, I moved somewhere that doesn't really have autumn at all. I don't mind it too much, but I definitely miss it sometimes. When I chose the autumn leaves prompt, I wasn't really thinking about this too deeply. Then when I sat down to write it, all I could think about was taking Beel to see autumn back where I used to live.
I'm sure they have autumn leaves in the Devildom, but there's something special about sunny autumn days, you know? And Beel just feels like he fits in with that so well.
Okay, enough rambling. Have this little Beel fluff. I really loved writing it.
FLUFFTOBER 2023
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GN!MC x Beelzebub
Warnings: none unless you count the EXTREME fluff as needing a warning lol
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Autumn in the human world was as spectacular as always. It was a bright, cloudless afternoon and the sun illuminated the colors of the leaves, making them shine vibrantly as they shimmied slightly in the light breeze. You couldn't help but admire the way it lit up Beelzebub's orange hair, too, almost making him look like he was aflame. When he turned and smiled at you, the effect was dazzling.
You had managed to convince Lucifer to let you take Beel to the human world for a little while. It had been easier than you anticipated. All you had to do was tell him you were feeling homesick for the human world, but you didn't want to go alone. Lucifer had frowned, as though he was about to explain to you why you couldn't go. You gave him your best puppy dog eyes and he gave in almost immediately.
You could have taken Beel anywhere and he would have been happy to go along with you. But you decided to take him to the mountains.
The two of you had rented a car, driving up a winding highway into a canyon through mountains completely covered in trees. Some of them were pines, dark evergreen creating a stunning contrast to the flamboyant colors of the aspens beside them. The beautiful scenery surrounded you on all sides, above you the bright blue of the sky.
At about midday, you had stopped at a little ski lodge with a restaurant attached for lunch. Later in the year, when the leaves were gone and the snow had fallen, this place would be full of tourists ready to hit the slopes. But for now, you sat outside with Beel in the crisp autumn air with only a handful of other people. As Beel ordered dish after dish, you thanked the waiter profusely while giving him the most apologetic looks you could. You gave him a huge tip when you left.
After driving a little further, you turned into a small road that brought you to the entrance to an easy hike.
You had known that despite the sunshine, it would be a cold day. So you told Beel to wear a jacket and you had obtained matching scarves for both of you. His was wrapped snugly around his neck, his cheeks slightly pink from the chill.
You had been walking along the dirt path with Beel at a leisurely pace. He didn't seem to mind that you wanted to take your time, to really enjoy the display of colors around you.
Now you stood on the edge of the canyon, looking out at the way the trees blanketed the land below. Beel was beside you, the sun still dancing in his hair.
You reached out and took his hand.
Beel blushed. "Thank you for bringing me here, MC."
You smiled. "Thank you for coming with me. I hope you don't mind being out in the sun this much."
"I like it," Beel said. He reached out and ran his fingertips through a strand of your hair. "It makes your hair and eyes sparkle."
Now it was your turn to blush. "You should see yourself," you said, reaching up to brush some of his hair, too.
Beel caught your waist, as though he was worried that you might misstep and fall down into the canyon below. Even though you were perfectly steady, you let him hold you.
"Do you miss being here?" he asked, his eyes easily meeting yours. "In the human world, I mean?"
You frowned a little. "Sometimes," you admitted. "It's nice to come back every once in a while. And to show you parts of it, too."
Beel nodded seriously. "I think about it sometimes. You left everything behind to come stay in the Devildom with us. You must miss home."
Your frown cleared and you smiled at him. You put your arms around his neck and pulled him close. You had to pull him down a bit so you could press your forehead to his. "Don't worry," you said softly. "My home is wherever we're together."
Beel's hands reached up to cup your face, angling it so he could kiss you before they went back to your waist. The warmth of his lips ran through you, as cozy as the scarf around your neck. It might as well have been a summer day the way your body responded to his touch.
Beel pulled away for a moment, looking into your eyes. "Then we're both home."
The sweet tenderness in his expression, the honest delivery of his heart, the brightness of the sunshine glowing around him, the lively colors of the leaves and sky - every part of this moment filled your heart with quiet joy. You let it wash over you as Beel kissed you again.
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The Flower Of The North
Chapter Nine: Dorne
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Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Stark!Reader
Chapter Summary: Y/N arrives in Dorne and meets Oberyn's family.
Word Count: 5k
Chapter Warnings: References to the punishment in Chapter Seven, sexual thoughts, homesickness, lots of fluff
Series Rating: Explicit (18+)
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Before You Begin...Y/N is in Dorne! Not gonna lie this chapter was fun to write. I love the challenge of writing characters that are not present in the show. Can't wait for this storyline to continue and for y'all to see how it plays out compared to the other storylines in GOT. This is gonna be the last chapter before shit starts to hit the fan, so enjoy the bliss while you can. (Though I promise future chapters will have fluff to balance the angst out lol). Now, without further ado:
Y/N knew that Dorne would be hot. She did not expect it to be scalding hot.
She assumed that after time spent in the Reach and King's Landing, she would be accustomed to the warm weather by now. But Old Nan did not lie when she said that Dorne was a desert. She was sweating. Penny sat next to her owner and was panting. She was most likely more hot than Y/N since she had a thick coat of fur. And thirsty, too.
"It's alright, Penny girl," Y/N told her wolf. "We will be there soon."
"Is everything alright, Y/N?" Oberyn asked. He was sitting across from Y/N, his legs crossed.
"It's just a bit hot," Y/N answered. "And I think Penny is parched."
"Then don't worry. As soon as we get there, we'll bring you more appropriate clothing. And we can get Penny some water, both to bathe in and to drink. We're almost there."
"Thank you, Oberyn."
Y/N looked out the carriage window. The streets of Sunspear were quite similar to the ones of King's Landing, only the people were wearing clothing suited for the heat and the buildings were made of sandstone.
But they drove right past it to go towards a large palace. The Old Palace. The entire building looked mighty, but what caught Y/N's attention the most was the giant spear tower reaching up into the sky.
"Isn't she magnificent?" Oberyn asked Y/N.
"Oh, yes, very," Y/N said, not taking her eyes off the palace. She then looked at the prince, "Very different from Winterfell."
"I'm sure of it," Oberyn said.
The carriage finally reached the gate. Y/N could see a bunch of people of various ages and heights standing at the gate's entrance.
"Will your family like me?" Y/N asked.
Oberyn chuckled, "What's not to like, sweet girl?" He took her hand in his and said, "Will you stay in here? I need to talk to them."
"Yes," Y/N said.
"Using your words," Oberyn teased, "I've taught you well, my little wolf."
This man is continuing to tease me even if his family is only a few feet away, Y/N thought. Not that she minded.
Oberyn gave Y/N's hand a gentle squeeze before stepping out of the carriage. What followed was a few minutes of awkward waiting and Y/N stroking Penny's fur as a form of comfort. Y/N did briefly look out the window to see what was going on, and saw Oberyn picking up a little girl in his arms and bouncing her up in the air.
She could get a better look at who was standing at the entrance. There was a group of girls, most of them looked younger than her but one looked about a few years older. Another was a boy around her age and a boy about Bran's age. Finally, there was a much older man with graying hair sitting in a wheelchair being pushed by a guard.
Y/N figured that the older man was Prince Doran, and the two boys were his sons, but she was trying to figure out which of the girls were Oberyn's.
After he conversed with his family, Doran seemed to gesture for the group to go inside. But Oberyn said something. Y/N couldn't tell what he said, but it caused the girls and the boys to look both curious and excited. Prince Doran looked terrified, but also intrigued.
If Y/N had to guess, it had something to do with her.
Oberyn walked his way toward the carriage. Y/N immediately looked away, trying not to be spotted spying. Oberyn opened the carriage door and held out his hand for Y/N to take. She did so, stepping out of the carriage. Oberyn guided her over to the large group of people who eyed her curiously.
The Martells dressed very differently from the Northerners. They did not have as many layers, opting for thin silk fabrics, some of which showed a bit of cleavage or hints of their chest, much like Oberyn did.
They finally stopped in front of the family. Oberyn let go of Y/N's and and introduced her, "Y/N, this is my family." He gestured to Doran and said, "This is my older brother, Doran Martell, the Prince of Dorne."
Y/N curtsied to Doran. "Your Highness."
Doran gave the girl a smile, "Hello, Y/N. Oberyn did not tell me he would be bringing a guest---" But then Doran's face changed. It was as if something had hit him. "Y/N...wait, you're not Y/N Stark, are you?"
"That's me," Y/N said. "I suppose I should have introduced myself that way." She curtsied again, "Good day, Prince Doran. I am Y/N Stark of Winterfell. Is that better?"
Doran just stared at her in disbelief. He must have thought she was some whore Oberyn had brought back from King's Landing. But hearing she was part of one of the Great Houses in Westeros changed that.
Y/N could hear some of the young girls murmur to each other. She heard one of them say, "She's pretty," at one point.
One of the young women broke the silence. She asked Oberyn, "You brought the daughter of the Lord of Winterfell back with you, Uncle?" The girl sounded impressed that her uncle did something so spontaneous.
"Yes, I did," Oberyn said to his niece, almost as if he was proud of himself. He then wrapped arm around Y/N's shoulders and said, "Come along, Y/N. I'll introduce you to everyone else." Y/N followed.
She caught Doran's eyes narrowing when he saw his younger brother touch her.
Oberyn led Y/N to each and every family member. He introduced his niece as Arianne Martell, the heir of Sunspear. Arianne smirked at Y/N, as if thinking to herself that she was going to like this girl. She was a beautiful young woman a few years Y/N's senior with luscious dark curls and dark seductive eyes.
Oberyn introduced his two nephews: Prince Quentyn, who was about Y/N's age, and Prince Quentyn, who was in his late teens and Prince Trystane, who was just a little boy. Quentyn seemed kind, though a bit reserved, and not the most handsome boy. Trystane had a mop of curly black hair on his head.
He made Y/N think of Bran. I wonder how he is. Has he by some miracle learned to walk again?
Then, Oberyn moved onto introducing his daughters. Five of them at least. The elder three were off exploring the world beyond Westeros.
Sarella was the oldest of them, about fifteen. She greeted Y/N politely, and Oberyn managed to bring up the fact Sarella was a very intelligent girl who longed to study at the Citadel one day.
He then introduced his four youngest daughters: 10-year-old Elia, 8-year-old Obella, 4-year-old Dorea, and 3-year-old Loreza. The girls looked enchanted by Y/N whether be her Northern attire or her skin tone. Loreza, being held by Sarella, reached out her hand to try to touch her.
"Pwetty," she babbled.
Y/N reached out her finger so Loreza could grab it with her pudgy hands. Both the Stark girl and the toddler let out giggles.
Doran finally came out of his state of surprise as he politely told Y/N, "I apologize Lady Y/N, for I did not know that you would be coming. We would have properly set up a room."
"It's quite alright, Your Highness," Y/N told the Prince. "I did not know that I was coming here until the very last minute."
Penny hopped out of the carriage and walked her way to the family. Everyone looked amazed.
"A direwolf!" Sarella exclaimed. "I thought they were extinct."
"Even if they weren't," Quentyn remarked, "I assumed they could only be found in the North."
"This is Penny," Y/N said. "She doesn't go anywhere without me."
"Doggy! Doggy!" Dorea jumped up and down. She ran over to pet Penny, and soon her sisters followed suit. The Dornish seemed just as awe struck by Penny as they did Y/N. They were two wolves among the vipers.
The young girls, and soon Trystane crowded around Penny, embracing her and petting her. Despite the being surrounded by them, Penny didn't seem to mind. She seemed to enjoy the attention.
"Arianne," Doran addressed his daughter. Arianne turned her attention from the direwolf to hear what her father had to say. "Can you please help Y/N get settled in? She must be exhausted after two weeks of travel."
"I can help her get settled in," Oberyn offered with his signature smirk.
"Actually," Doran told his brother, "I need to discuss important matters with you."
Oberyn just nodded, looking a bit disappointed but also annoyed at his brother taking his time away from Y/N.
"I will help her, Uncle," Arianne said, putting a hand on Y/N's shoulder.
"Thank you, Arianne," Oberyn said to his niece appreciatively. He turned to look at Y/N again. He held her hand up and said, "I will see you soon, sweet girl." He then placed a kiss on her hand and gave it a gentle pat.
The entire family went their separate ways. When Y/N stepped into the palace, she felt like she was in a dream.
It was gorgeous, more magnificent than the Red Keep could ever be. The architecture, the glittering gold walls, it screamed magnificence. Y/N also noticed something that made the palace different from everywhere else she had been: the floor was made of marble.
Curious as to what this meant, Y/N did something she would never do if in the presence of her family, she slipped off her shoes. She felt the smooth, cold floor against her toes and squealed.
"Impressed?" Arianne asked the Stark girl, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Oh, yes," Y/N told the girl, though she was still looking around the palace and looking at every little detail imaginable.
"If you think this is beautiful, wait until you see the Water Gardens," Arianne said. "You actually may find it more to your liking. It's much cooler and more of what you and your direwolf are used to."
Arianne led Y/N to her room. It was so different than any room she had been in, whether be home in the North, visiting the Reach, or visiting King's Landing.
For one thing, the room was spacious. Bigger than her room in Highgarden and the Red Keep combined. There was a giant bed with silk orange sheets, a bathtub that was basically a pool, a dresser, and a balcony.
If these are what the guests room look like, imagine where the Martell family sleeps. But Y/N figured it was highly unlikely she would ever see any of these rooms.
"Do you like it?" Arianne asked.
"Oh, I love it!" Y/N, who couldn't contain her excitement anymore, squealed. She ran over to the bed, plopping herself on it. Penny hopped on the bed as well, wanting to know what it felt like.
Arianne chuckled. "Glad you like it, my lady."
As Y/N sat up, she said, "Thank you so much for showing me around, Princess Arianne."
"Oh, please," the Martell woman said, "Just call me Arianne. If you are going to be my uncle's paramour, we might as well be friends."
"Paramour?" Y/N asked with confusion. She wasn't surprised that Oberyn's family assumed they were together romantically, but she was still caught off guard.
"Yes, paramour," Arianne repeated. "Isn't that why my uncle brought you here?"
"I think you've been mistaken, Arianne," Y/N said. "I'm not his paramour. We're simply friends."
Arianne couldn't believe what she had just heard. "Oh," she said in disbelief. "Forgive me, I just assumed that since he brought you home and seemed to like you, he brought you here with the intention of making you his official lover. Or even his wife, though I doubt my uncle, at his age, would want to marry."
"Official? We haven't even...had relations."
Arianne looked as if someone she had just seen a pig fly. "You haven't? Oh."
"Does he usually bring girls home from trips?"
"Not really. Not since Ellaria at least."
"Ellaria?"
"She was his paramour. They were mad for each other. They couldn't marry because she was a Sand, but the two had four girls, my youngest cousins, together and were absolutely in love. They remained together until a fever took her away two years ago."
Y/N had remembered Oberyn mentioned Ellaria on the road. She always assumed that she was just another person for him to have relations with. But she should have known there was something more when he told her they had four daughters together.
It made her wonder if Oberyn did plan to take her on as a paramour eventually. He did seem very flirty with her, taking every opportunity to call her sweet nicknames or make an excuse for touching her, finding particular interest in holding her hand or lifting up her chin with his finger. And Arianne mentioned that the last time he brought a woman home with him, she ended up becoming his lover for many years.
Y/N could imagine the scandal it would cause. The daughter of a Northern lord developing a sexual relationship with the Prince of Dorne, a man old enough to be her father. And if Sansa were to indeed become queen, it would cause just as much scandal. She would be known as "the queen's whore older sister."
Yet Y/N found the prospect of this exciting. Not just being in a relationship with someone much more older and experienced, but also being a bit rebellious. She was no longer in the North or the Capital. She didn't have to obey by the rules any longer.
"But you know what," Arianne said. "Even if you're not going to become his paramour," the Dornish woman said sincerely, "I hope to become friends. You can come talk to me about anything you'd like."
"I would like that," Y/N said.
Y/N was a bit relieved. She could see herself possibly forming a friendship with Arianne. Now that she actually met her, Y/N liked her quite a bit. But she initially thought that the woman only wanted to be her friend out of obligation because Arianne assumed that Y/N was going to become Oberyn's new paramour. But when she said that they would be friends no matter what, Y/N felt relieved. It seemed like Arianne genuinely wanted to form a friendship, too.
"Good," Arianne smiled brightly. "Now, you poor thing must be hot. And so must your wolf."
Y/N didn't realize this until Arianne brought it up, but she was starting to get hot. It was the combination of the wool dress she was wearing and the heat.
"I actually am," Y/N admitted.
"I'll tell you what," Arianne said. "I'll go fetch a handmaiden to help you run a bath. And you can borrow one of my dresses for now."
"Thank you, Arianne," Y/N said. "I really appreciate it."
"Oh, of course," Arianne made her way towards the door. "I'll be back in a moment."
As Y/N waited for Arianne to return, she went back to Penny and sat on the bed.
"Penny?" she asked her direwolf. "Do you think I made the right choice?" Penny didn't respond. "Do you think I'm insane for coming here?" Again, no response. If only there was someone that Y/N could talk to about this.
Robb? Jon? Margaery? What would they think of this?
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"What were you thinking, Oberyn?" Doran asked his brother in frustration.
As the two Martell brothers sat in Doran's study, Oberyn sat with his legs crossed, listening to what his brothers had to say.
"I honestly don't understand what the problem is, dear brother," he pretended to seem like he was unaware of the source of his brother's question.
The first question Doran had asked was if Lord and Lady Stark had approved of their daughter coming to Dorne. When Oberyn said that Y/N sneaking away with him was a last minute plan, Doran got stressed.
They weren't on ill terms with the Starks. Especially since they had heard that Ned Stark was disgusted upon discovering what Tywin Lannister ordered the Mountain to do to Elia and her children. But they weren't best friends with the Starks either. With the plan the Martells had, they could have used the North as an ally. But that may have gone out the window.
"I'm not certain of what you're talking about," Oberyn said. "She wrote a letter to her father explaining everything."
Doran attempted to remain calm. "Are you mad?"
"No, but I think you are. Different kind of mad."
"Yes, I am. First, you didn't tell me she would be coming. Second, did you even think this through?"
"Of course I did. Well, she did at least. She said she had made up her mind and that she would leave a note to her father explaining her whereabouts."
"A letter won't help matters, Oberyn. From what I've heard, Ned Stark loves her very much and she and her brother, who is the heir to the North, are very close. They could declare war on us and that is the last thing we need."
Oberyn rolled his eyes at his brother. He of course understood his brother's anger...and was expecting it...but that didn't mean he had to ruin his fun.
"Look, brother," Oberyn said. "I will apologize for not warning you that one of the Stark girls would be our guest. But I will not apologize for bringing her here. That girl had been mistreated by the Lannisters. When all she did was try to help a little girl, too. She had good intentions, but the poor, sweet creature was punished. If she stayed there any longer, she might have..."
But Oberyn didn't need to finish. Doran could tell he was talking about Elia. The air grew somber. Her name didn't even need to be mentioned for the brothers to get solemn.
"I understand you meant no harm," Doran sighed, "And she can stay as our guest. But the moment her family wants her returned, she leaves."
"Fine."
"There is something else that I need to discuss with you." Oberyn gave his brother a questioning look. "Viseyrs Targaryen is dead."
Oberyn buried his face in the palm of his hand. Doran continued, "Apparently it has something to do with hot gold poured over his head, but it doesn't matter how he died. What matters is that we must find a new way to ally ourselves with them."
"Easy. We marry the girl off to Quentyn."
"That is not possible. If you recall Daenerys married off to Khal Drogo of the Dothraki. Unless he dies, we cannot arrange a marriage to her and Quentyn."
"Then what is your plan?"
"I don't have one yet. But I promise, I will think of one."
Oberyn scoffed and stood up. "How could you say that? You said long ago that we needed to find a way to ally ourselves with House Targaryen so we can defeat the Lannisters once and for all. And one dies and the other is unavailable to be wed off."
"Oberyn---"
"You said years ago that we would get our revenge on our sister's killer. Where is our revenge?"
Seeing the rage in his brother's black viper eyes, Doran said, "You must calm yourself, Oberyn. Let's change the subject. You can tell me what you learned---"
Oberyn didn't let his brother finish. He just stormed away, ignoring his brother's insistence that he returned. But he didn't.
Oberyn stomped down the hallways of the Old Palace. He could remember the days when he and his sister would run down these hallways together, chasing one another. Doran, who was significantly older than them both, would watch on and smile.
Now, Elia was gone. His childhood long over. His children would never understand the carefree innocence he had. They had to grow up in a world where the aftermath of Robert's Rebellion was felt in Dorne. A world where war would be declared any day now.
He knew he needed to find his children. They would be a way to calm him down. He spent so much time away from them and wanted to know what had happened while he was gone. He did hear that Dorea had lost her first tooth and that Sarella was starting to learn High Valyrian.
But Oberyn's search to find his daughters was delayed when he saw someone walk down the stairs.
It was Y/N. A vision in teal. Her hair was still styled in a Northern braid, but her dress was Dornish. He recognized the dress as belonging to Arianne. But Y/N looked stunning in it. It was made of long and gauzy silk and was very low-cut.
It was the first dress he had seen her in that properly showed off her womanly figure. Oberyn always knew that Y/N was a beautiful woman, but this dress accentuated her figure. It fit tight at her hips, which swayed as she walked down the steps.
Y/N was unaware to the fact that Oberyn was ogling her. She gave him a friendly wave. He waved back.
"Hello, Oberyn," Y/N said as she met the Prince at the foot of the stairs.
"Why hello, little wolf," Oberyn smirked. He looked up and down her body and said, "You look magnificent. The Dornish fashion suits you well."
Y/N blushed again. "Thank you. Is everything alright with your brother? Is he fine with me staying here?" Oberyn just nodded. Y/N must have gotten extremely daring and said, "You really should use your words."
Oberyn snapped his head up to look at her. He was impressed by the fact that she had groomed accustomed to teasing. "Sorry," he grinned cheekily. He went back to looking her up and down, "I'm just distracted by how wonderful you look in this, little girl."
Oberyn wanted nothing more than to pin Y/N against the wall and kissing her right there. And then carrying her back to his chambers and taking care of her. He wanted to bury himself inside her and fuck her. Of course, he would be gentle with her, but that didn't mean he couldn't have his fun. He could find plenty of ways to tease her, whether be slowly kissing and licking down her body from her forehead all the way to her cunt or have her sit in his lap as he caressed every part of her body until she begged him to touch her in the one place she desired the most.
The possibilities were endless with her.
And Oberyn could tell she wanted the same thing. Y/N bit her bottom lip and looked him up and down as well. She seemed to have an adventurous side to her now that she was in Dorne, and Oberyn liked that.
"I'd like to ask you something, Prince Oberyn," Y/N said. Oberyn liked where this was going.
"And what is that, my sweet little girl?" he asked, moving closer to her. Y/N's face was still red but she looked excited about what she was going to ask of him.
"Would you please---"
"Papa! Papa! Papa!"
As soon as Oberyn heard his daughters' voices, he stepped far away from Y/N. As much as he loved his daughters, he couldn't help but be disappointed by the fact that he wasn't going to have his fun with Y/N.
He was also thankful that he was wearing a robe that was very easy to conceal the excitement he had gotten from seeing Y/N in that dress.
Elia and Obella came running down to greet their father. Oberyn extended his arms and welcomed them. They all hugged him very tightly and he spun them around, exclaiming how happy he was to see them.
"We really did miss you, Papa," Obella said.
"And I missed you as well, my little vipers," he said. "Now, where are your sisters?"
"Sarella is reading," Elia said, "And Dorea and Loreza are taking their naps."
Oberyn nodded his head and gestured his head to Y/N, "Will you girls say hello to Y/N?"
"Hello, Y/N!" the two girls waved in unison.
"Hello, princesses," Y/N smiled at them.
"I really like your dress," Obella said.
"Why, thank you," Y/N said. "Your cousin gave it to me."
Elia separated from her father and walked toward Y/N. "Do you like horses?"
"I love horses," Y/N replied. "Back home, I rode them all the time. There was this man who worked in our stables named Hodor who would bring out new steeds for us to try and ride."
"Hodor," Obella giggled as she continued holding onto her father's hand. "That's such a funny name."
"I'm not sure if that's his real name, but that's all he ever says. Never understood why." Oberyn could tell from the look on Y/N's face that she was thinking about her home and missing it.
"Well," Elia said, "I got this new steed for my most recent name day. But Papa won't let me ride on my own until I'm old enough."
Oberyn and Obella walked closer to where Y/N and Elia were standing. He ruffled his daughter's hair and said, "Wait patiently, my little viper. We don't want you hurting yourself with no one there to help you."
Elia rolled her eyes, and Oberyn couldn't help but think about how much she looked like him as she did this.
"Can she come and see?" Elia asked, pointing in another direction.
Oberyn saw she was pointing to Y/N, who was growing excited at the prospect. Oberyn smiled and told his daughter, "Perhaps you should ask Y/N?"
"Y/N, would you like to come see me ride my horse?" Elia asked.
"I'd love to Elia," Y/N said. "Maybe one day we can ride our horses together. Would you like that?"
Elia enthusiastically nodded her head.
"Come on!" Obella grabbed onto Y/N's hand. "Let's go see Elia ride!"
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The four of them made their way out to the stables. Elia showed her horse, a black filly named Inkpot. Y/N stroked the horse's mane and exclaimed, "He is a very handsome horse, Elia." She turned to Oberyn and smirked, "Your father picked a good one."
"Good to know I have good taste," Oberyn remarked.
"Oh, you most certainly do," Y/N winked at him. Oberyn must have understood the double meaning of the remark, but Elia and Obella certainly didn't.
"Elia wants to joust one day," Obella said.
"Yes!" Elia exclaimed. "Knocking off boys so they land in the dirt sounds like so much fun! Because boys are so gross!"
"Are you including your own father in that?" Oberyn mocked being offended.
"Yes!" Elia and Obella agreed in unison. Oberyn started to tickle them both, despite the girls' insistence that they hated being tickled. But they were laughing along with him anyway. Y/N loved seeing the father side of Oberyn. It made her think of her own father and how kind he was to his children. Men in Westeros like the two of them were hard to find.
Once the tickling stopped, Y/N told Elia, "My good friend, Loras, is a knight and loves to joust. Your father and I recently watched him in a jousting tournament. And he took down a man as large as a mountain, in fact that was his nickname. The Mountain."
"The Mountain!" Obella said in fright. "That sounds scary!"
"I bet Papa could take him," Elia bragged. "My older sisters say he's the best fighter in the Seven Kingdoms."
Y/N looked at Oberyn, who had a blank look on his face. He was probably feeling tense as he always did when the Mountain was brought up, but he was trying to keep calm for his daughters.
"What happened to your hand?" Obella asked.
Y/N realized she was talking about the hand that had been bandaged. The one that Ser Meryn Trant had hit with a piece of wood so many times until it bled.
The faces of him, Joffrey, and Cersei flashed through her mind. Their wicked, satisfied smirks. They looked so pleased to see her in pain. Y/N honestly hadn't thought about it until it got brought up. Her hand didn't even hurt much anymore. But the scars of the punishment itself remained.
Oberyn must have sensed that Y/N was starting to react negatively to the memory because he asked, "Why don't we see Elia ride?"
"But Papa," Obella whined. "I want to know how she---"
"Hush, Obella," Oberyn quietly ordered her. "We don't ask such things. Now let's see Elia ride Inkpot, shall we?"
He helped Elia up onto the horse as Obella grabbed onto Y/N's other, uninjured hand.
"I'm sorry," she said sadly.
"It's alright, Obella," Y/N told the girl sincerely. "It's alright to be curious." Obella's frown turned into a smile at Y/N's words.
"I really like you," she said, hugging Y/N around her legs, the furthest she could reach.
"I really like you, too, Obella," Y/N hugged the little girl back.
She completely missed how Oberyn smiled at her hugging his daughter. It warmed his heart to see how Elia and Obella had definitely warmed up to her. He hoped that the rest of his family could soon do the same.
NEXT CHAPTER
Closing remarks...We got angry Oberyn, horny Oberyn, and soft Oberyn all in one chapter lol. Also, I honestly love how Y/N is already starting to bond with his daughters. But also poor girl really misses home. That's gonna be a recurring theme. She loves the Martells, but she can't help but miss her family. You'll see...
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j0kers-light · 6 months
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Imagine y/n shows up to joker wearing a playboy bunny suit and ears and fluffy tail with rope in her hands.
I’m squealing just thinking about it.
His Lighthouse: Joker’s Bunny (LedgerJoker x f!reader)
Joker’s Bunny - Oneshot
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KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!
Hey hi anon 🖤✨
I love love loved this imagine! I can’t believe tumblr had the audacity to delete it! It’s been sitting in the inbox since August 7th! Yay for refreshing?
Anyhooooooo I’ve been merging asks to dwindle the numbers down and I came across one that…. well.. It’s not my cup of tea. BUT! If it's up your alley (lol no pun intended) it's implied. I’ll mark it with an ** and let you figure it out. I do regret to inform that this is rather short because I love to tease. I will return to this idea later 😏
I won’t add a tag list until I complete this oneshot!
It was only supposed to be a nickname, an inside joke to use however Joker seemed fit. He gave you so many, it was hard to keep up with them all— yet this one stuck.
You were naturally curious, a timid little thing and overly cautious.
You always weighed out the options presented to you before jumping all in. Joker said it as a joke all those months ago but overtime, it became something more. One could argue that you adopted the moniker.
You responded to it without fuss and rarely rolled your eyes or huffed under your breath whenever he used it.
You would tilt your head and scrunch your nose to really bring the nickname to life. One random day you found yourself accepting the name when you used the emoji to refer to yourself.
You were without a doubt, Joker’s Bunny. He never thought you would take the title so seriously.
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Joker groaned to himself.
Whhhhhy didn’t he stay with you tonight? You practically begged him to with those e/c eyes of yours but he stood firm on his ‘I have to go, it's im-port-ant’ spiel.
You pouted but sent him off with a kiss. Now Joker regretted his decision as each boring minute dragged on during this briefing. To be fair, it was important. Too bad Joker wasn’t listening. He spent his time staring off into space. daydreaming about you.
He wondered what you cooked tonight. Was it that new recipe you wanted to try or did you play it safe and fix one of his favorites? He loved your cooking and could go for a hearty meal after sitting through this snoozefest.
His thoughts were plenty and quickly changed. Did you take a bubble bath with that new bath bomb he bought you? Joker saw it in passing and immediately thought of you after seeing its onyx and opal swirls in the store.
If he remembered correctly it was called Night Sky and smelled like forbidden fruits. It had your name written all over it. So what if he stole a few for you?
Joker was envisioning your body soaking in the tinted water when his phone chiming startled him out of the fantasy.
He fished it out of his coat pocket and arched an eyebrow when he saw your message come through. Speak of an angel and you appear.
you coming home?
J smirked to himself after reading the word home.
It stirred up a flurry of emotions within him every time you used it. Joker thought he had no need for a home until you entered his life and proved him wrong. Every person needs a home; his just so happened to be you.
And Joker was feeling a bit homesick.
He found your message a bit odd since you knew he was overseeing a meeting tonight. Did something happen or were you just as needy as he was? He really should’ve stayed at home with you in the first place. Joker sighed and scanned the room.
The team was talking amongst themselves on how to pull off the hit without gaining the authorities’ attention. Joker drowned them out thirty minutes ago. He was only here for appearance’s sake and could care less.
They could iron out the details without him and that became the determining factor to answer your question. With a roll of his green eyes, he replied.
What’s in it 4 me?
Joker watched three tiny dots appear and fade multiple times over a course of several minutes. Whatever you wanted to say was deleted over and over until Joker finally got a vague response.
Come and find out 🐰
Such a sassy little thing you were tonight. A few seconds later, Joker received an attachment pic from you. He took one glance at it and reacted.
“Oi! Where you going, Boss?” A henchman called out.
Joker was already storming out the door to even notice that he scared everyone with his abrupt exit.
They were waiting for Joker to voice his opinion and he just up and left. Not like he cared. The small group however began to panic and scrambled to find a way to revise the plans to meet Joker’s high expectations.
They could all die trying to rob the bank for all he cared. Joker’s mind was elsewhere, solely on you.
His Bunny was asking for it.
It was the only explanation as to why the dying sun captured your sexy silhouette oh so perfectly. When Joker got home, he was gonna ruin you.
Joker didn’t notice Frost coming down the hall in his mad dash to the elevator. Frost took one look at his boss and scoffed.
“Let me guess. It’s either the airheads in the meeting or something B did.” He ignored Joker’s venomous glare yet the lack of response spoke volumes.
“Are you coming back after you fix her attitude?” Frost sighed softly.
The elevator door dinged open upon arrival and Joker marched inside to stab the ground floor button. He locked eyes with Frost and set his demands.
“Don’t bother us unless.. I dunno, it’s err raining cats and dogs.” Which meant no, he wasn’t coming back and they both knew it.
Frost spoke his own reflection as the doors slid closed. “I don’t get paid enough for this.”
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There really should be a guide to these types of things. How to look sexy for your lover while wearing a ridiculous outfit.
Perhaps you could write a guide yourself; it beat psyching yourself up to no avail.
You planned this for weeks and now the day finally came to commit and you were having second thoughts.
The last component arrived a little while after Joker left for his meeting and you just couldn’t stall another night. It was now or never.
You wouldn’t have the confidence to do this after today. Just looking in the mirror you felt silly all over again. Knowing that Joker left you on read didn’t boost that confidence any higher either.
It wasn’t that disappointing– Joker constantly left you on read in text conversations, the problem was that he left you hanging after you sent him a risque picture.
It took you ages to get the angle, the lighting, and find a pic you actually liked, before sending it to the clown and he didn’t appreciate none of it.
You checked yourself out in front of the floor length mirror and sighed as your heels clicked sharply on the hardwood. You thought you looked cute, hot even! But your opinion was moot if Joker didn’t approve.
Maybe he opened the message and got busy before he could respond? You told yourself anything except the truth.
He probably hated it and didn’t want to hurt yor feelings.
You puckered your glossy lips at your reflection, preparing to take off the ensemble when you heard keys turning in the front door.
Joker was back in record time. It made you wonder how he got here so fast but that was the least of your worries.
You grabbed his gift off the dresser right as you heard the bedroom door slam into the wall.
Joker was going to leave a dent in the wall if he kept doing that. You told him time and time again to stop. You were about to scold him right then but the fiery heat in his eyes stole your breath.
Joker was a raging bull, just shy of steam blowing out his nose.
His target? Poor ol’ you shifting your weight from heel to heel. You hid his surprise further behind your back and of course, he noticed.
“Whatcha got there.. Bunny.” Joker stressed the endearment more so than usual since you were dressed the part.
You wore your tallest pumps and donned a fresh pair of fishnets to go nicely with your f/c bunny suit. It clung to your figure in all the best ways and the white cuff links and debonair tie around your neck was the icing on the cake.
You looked every part the bunny Joker called you. He admired the bunny ears atop your head; one bent, the other straight. He loved every little detail you had.
Joker slowly stalked towards you with his head tilted slightly. “I asked... Whatcha got behind your back Bunny? Is it a surprise?”
You nodded demurely. So that’s how you wanted to play? Joker just grinned.
“Yeah? Is it…. for me?” You giggled when he tried to steal a peek if not for you dodging his attempts at the last minute.
Joker was all for your playful mood tonight and growled lowly, seeing your sly smirk. You did your makeup so pretty, but he was over the moon seeing your plump lips shimmering all for him. You wore that shade he bought you recently. The one that tasted like strawberries.
He wanted to ruin it and you.
His green eyes roamed down your beautiful face to your neck on full display for him to nibble and mark, down to your breasts practically bursting out of your suit.
He wouldn’t be surprised if you bought it two sizes too small with how your curves spilled out over the leather confines. Joker wanted to lay you down and knead your soft flesh and rip holes in your fishnets. You looked so good and he wanted to play.
There was so much he wanted to do! He grew tired of you ducking and dodging and grabbed your arms roughly. “Gotcha Bunny! Now… let’s uh, see what you oh..”
Joker audibly swallowed as you bit your lip and looked away.
Joker stared at the bundle of rope in your hands, honestly at a loss for words. The bright color would look heavenly against your skin tone and you knew Joker wanted to tie you up for months now. He introduced the idea once or twice and tested out the new concept by binding your wrists.
It excited you and drove him wild. It was high time he got his wish by going all in.
Joker rubbed his thumb against the rope and met your shy gaze. “Y/n… are you sure.”
You nodded and leaned up (even with heels on J towered over you) and kissed his cheek but Joker required a verbal agreement.
“I need to hear you say it, bunny. That you’ll let me uhh, tie ya up? You wanna be my sweet rope bunny huh doll?”
You nodded again but Joker reached out and gripped your chin, “Use your words, bunny.”
You moaned out and closed your eyes. Joker had yet to do anything and you were already worked up. “B-Bunnies don’t t-talk.” You gasped.
Joker was speechless as you finally turned around and let him see the fluffy bunny tail** you wore. You walked over to the edge of the bed and bent by your waist to wiggle your buns for Joker.
His breath was shaky but overly excited for what was about to happen. Joker unraveled the colored rope in his hands with a mocking tsk of his lips.
“What a naughty, naughty bunny girl I have.” 
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kuroosdarling · 1 year
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CROWS NEST
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⊹ ‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ FEATURING ꒱ : zoro roronoa
⊹ ‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ WC ꒱ : 1.6k
⊹ ‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : it’s christmas eve and you’ve decided to take the watch in the crow’s nest, despite it being your favorite holiday. some solitude was bound to clear your mind, but misery always loves company.
a/n: okay so i wrote a jean fic, then kuroo, and decided i needed to have a zoro fic as well. this is my first zoro fic so pls don’t hurt me if he’s a lil ooc LOL <3
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the cold bit at your nose, an almost comforting feeling, breaking through the numb exterior you had on. the view was pretty, a small overview of the vastness of the ocean, tucked up and away from most prying eyes in the crows nest. a place where you come to breathe, to think, to feel.
christmas was finally here. when you joined the straw hats, you didn’t think of being away at sea during this time of year, it never crossed your mind.
so now, it was hard not to feel a little homesick. even though you never really had a home, you had spent so long trying to chase the warmth of christmas morning, to be surrounded by those you love and who love you back.
you look up at the once starry night sky, being overshadowed by thick clouds that swallow the small sources of light whole, taking the moon with them. it was dark and cold and all you wanted was the holiday to be over.
the crows nest jolted a bit, something that used to throw you off but now all it meant was someone else was coming up. to join you or relieve you you’re not sure, but judging by the soft clinks of sword guards clanking together — you know exactly who was coming up.
“it’s cold, you should’ve brought a blanket with you.” zoro says, climbing up into the nest. before you could say anything, he tosses a blanket towards you.
you easily catch it and place it over yourself, offering him a small smile. “thanks.”
he nods back in response before looking out to the sea.
things were always like this with zoro, a quick conversation before settling into a comfortable silence. it would get so hectic on the ship sometimes that it was nice to have someone to wind down with. but something always pressed you to want more than just a quick exchange of words — wanting to get a little deeper, to get to know him a little more. “what are you doing up here?”
“huh?” zoro turned around to get a good look at you. he could tell you were still cold even with the blanket and for some reason, that didn’t sit right with him. he wished he brought the thicker blanket for you. “i figured you might want some help keeping watch.”
he looks away again, and you swear you can see a faint pink flush stretch across his face. you don’t know if it’s from the fierce wind up here or maybe something else. something you want to explore so badly but lack the courage to follow it.
“well, you figured right.” you smile again, patting the spot next to you. “but it’s too damn cold to stand up here, so come sit next to me.”
he goes to protest for a second before another gust of wind hits. zoro tried his best to not shiver against it, tried to hold it in, but it was persistent and so were you — still patting the spot next to you.
“i’m not a dog, you don’t have to keep patting the seat.” he muttered under his breath before sitting next to you, only a few inches of air separated the two of you.
you guys sat in silence for a moment, watching the clouds fill the sky and deepen the night. zoro shivered next to you again, the cold finally taking hold through his thick skin. you take the blanket and spread it so it’s over both of you, scooting closer to him so there wasn’t any space between you anymore.
he froze for a second and agony fills you as you think you messed up somehow, miscalculated all the small moments the two of you have shared over the last few months. but then he slouches, getting comfier than he was before and your heart starts back up again, resuming at a normal pace.
“so why'd you really come up here, zoro?” you ask, turning your head slightly so you could get a quick peek at him. you catch his eye briefly before his eyes flit away from you, caught in the act.
“I already told you.”
“that i wanted help? really? I figured you’d be sleeping in your bunk or still drinking with the rest of them. there’s no reason for two of us to keep watch.”
“that what you think?” he turned slightly so he catches your eye again. you don’t back down though, holding his gaze, waiting for him to really answer your question this time. “fine. I didn't want you to be all alone up here.”
“really?” you slump back a bit. even though you wanted him to answer, you didn’t think he would.
“yeah.” he slumped back too, his shoulder lightly pressing against you — a silent reminder that he was here with you right now, that you weren’t alone. “isn’t it christmas eve? i know you like this time of year.”
if you were cold before, it doesn’t compare to how you feel right now. it felt like you were standing out in a blizzard and someone had poured ice water all down your back. you barely even mentioned this time of year to anyone, hell, you even thought zoro was asleep for that conversation. but he heard, and he acted on it. you hadn’t expected to feel so seen, so heard.
“it is.” your voice suddenly a lot more quiet than before as you take in all your thoughts.
“then what’s with the face?” it was an honest question. the wish you asked for earlier was coming true; a deeper conversation with the one person you were craving to open up to.
“I didn't think anyone remembered.”
“oh.” he nodded and looked away, busying himself with the hilt of his swords. “well, why do you like it so much anyway?”
“oh.” you parrot his word, fidgeting with your fingers. there weren’t a lot of tangible reasons on why you loved this time of year so much, most of it was just because you wanted to chase the perfect christmas. “I just think it’s a magical time of year where anything is possible. it fills me with hope, I guess.”
you look up and see zoro already looking back at you. the intensity of his gaze threw you off for a second and you wanted to take all of your words back.
“hmm. I see.” he says simply. “that’s a good reason.”
“yeah.” you feel something cold hit your nose. you look up to see the snow starting to fall, snowflakes hitting the blanket before they melt away, never to be seen again. one after one, they fall onto you both.
you turn back to look at zoro, ready to tell him some fact about snowflakes but the words freeze up in your throat. he was looking at you again, albeit different than before. not avoiding eye contact, not staring intensely, but something different; something softer. a look you’ve never seen grace his features.
“what?” you whisper, the question being carried by the fog of your breath before it disappears into the night sky.
he doesn’t answer, instead he leans forward, his eyes still on you — searching for any sign that he should stop. but then you lean towards him and he loses that sense of self-control, letting himself be in the moment. the moment he’s been wanting almost as much as you have, if not more.
his lips ghost over yours before they overwhelm them. they were soft; warm. it only lasted for a few seconds before he started to pull away, but you weren’t ready. so you cup his cheek and bring him back to you, crashing your lips together again.
his arm wraps around your waist, somewhat grounding himself as he feels your tongue drag along his lower lip. his large hand clasps your lower back, desperate to pull you even closer than you are now but he restrains himself. you deepen the kiss in retaliation, swirling your tongue with his as you explore his mouth.
kissing him felt like finally finding everything you had been searching for. all the warmth, the merriment. everything you had spent so long trying to find was finally in your hold. all of it was found right here, on this ship with your new family, tucked away up in the crows nest with the one that had slowly stolen your heart.
zoro had never been one to give christmas much thought. he had heard about it but never paid it much mind until you had mentioned it one day. the way your eyes had lit up when you talked about it stuck with him, invaded his mind to the point where he could hardly think about much else. it’s why he needed to come up here tonight, needed to be with you.
he pulls apart and looks at you. the stars in your eyes were back as you looked up at him. something warm tugged at his chest, almost pushing him back into your hold. even though the snow continued to fall, he didn’t feel cold. in fact, he felt the opposite.
“so, was that the real reason you came up here?” you tease, feeling far more comfortable with him.
“shut up.” his blush is back on his face but he doesn’t move away. you snuggle a little closer into him and he lets you, moving his arm from your waist to around your shoulder.
and that’s when you felt it. the warmth of christmas morning finally burrowing into your heart as zoro tucks you snuggly into his side.
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writersmorgue · 2 months
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More musical headcanons with a twist - not what they listen to on purpose but what they bop to if it happens to come on because it's what their parents/grandparents play around the house
Can 100% see Koda singing (at full volume!) Let's Hear It For The Boy by Deniece Williams and only getting bashful when he hears the whoops and whistles when the song ends
And Bakugou doesn't even realize he hums and nods along to Like A Virgin because his parents love Madonna (and he'd spit and hiss at anyone who so much as suggested he did) but the bakusquad definitely has it on video
Kirishima shamelessly blasts country music and does an endearingly bad attempt at square dancing when he gets homesick
I can totally see Masaru being the Madonna fan. Maybe she reminds him of his wife lol
Also I love square dancing Kirishima he has a little country outfit with some boots and a hat that he wears sometimes and he cut little circles for his horns to stick out of 🤭
Also we are sleeping on Aizawa— who knows almost every hit pop song under the sun because of Hizashi. Humming along under his breath when Mina plays something in class and everyone is just like //are we all hallucinating this rn//
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enthyrea · 6 months
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hi storm hope you're well :0 here's your reminder to drink water and eat something if you haven't already!!!
can I ask about your fav macheresin headcanons??
HI CY i love you! i just had lunch <3 hope you are hydrated and well!
i have soooo many headcanons for these two idiots. its actually insane. these are disorganized sorry
my personal fav rn is like. they are so telepathically connected that even pre-relationship, if one of them is getting hit on at a bar, the other just magically appears behind them like "is this guy bothering you, baby?" and they both fall into that fake-fiancee shtick SOOO fast. they do it constantly to the point where some people actually think they are engaged.
they would have a marriage pact like "if we arent married by 30 we have to get engaged" and they're serious about it but in a bro way. then jake turns 30, they get engaged for real because ofc and then feelings start to show? after the GLOC incident jake claims to be javy's husband to get past hospital staff to see him, and the daggers are like "YALL ARE MARRIED??" and then it just devolves from there and they realize oh. yeah we actually do like each other (i have a whole riff about this that i've been thinking of writing lol)
jake's love language as acts of service <3 he memorizes the recipe for javy's favorite gumbo and makes it for his birthday/whenever javy's feeling particularly homesick !!
ALSO. i think they're very "practically married but oblivious" like they 'save money' by living together (its totally not because they feel so much more comfortable staying with the other) saving on heating bills by cuddling. platonically. of course. like literally
bob: one time i ran into them while they were at the flower gardens on valentines day. they told me it wasnt a date and they just wanted to take advantage of the free couple's package reuben: oh so they're hopeless
its to the point where their respective families actually think they're together. two of jake's sisters think he's already married to javy. javy's dad is convinced they're just long term pranking him. considering javy brings jake home for thanksgiving every year without fail, his dad is about to strangle him if he doesnt confess and or get married to this white boy TOMORROW
basically i think they're very stupid but i am obsessed with them and their frat boy energy.
(also related but post-getting together: when javy gets drunk he just starts blabbering about jake to anyone who will listen (no one wants to listen) meanwhile drunk jake is just falling over himself tryna kiss javy while javy's like "down boy! no! not in public!" (he is weak and will eventually give up and let jake smother him in kisses))
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chiffiorra · 11 months
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╰┈➤ Don't Forget to Catch the Train
⌦ Chapter 1: It Started with One Trip and a Stowaway
➜ Synopsis: When you boarded the train to reach the university you were going to attend, this was the very last thing you expected. You and the others now have one thought on your mind: survive.
➜ Pairings: Various tokyorev x fem!reader
➜ This Fic Contains the Following: reader is a foreigner, everyone is 18+, zombie apocalypse AU, infections, very slow start at the beginning lol get ready, class discrimination, shit hits the fan soon, Chifuyu is a good fella, an all-around bad time for homesick reader and the others, author does not know train anatomy rip, lots of jump cuts if you wanna call them that, no beta (well... sorta) we die like men over here
➜ WC: 2,693
➜ Note: it's funny how i refuse to write for kisaki and yet here he is lmao he's probably ooc sorry. anywaysss i've been so excited to share this for a long time now and it's finally happening aaaaa- this whole au is based off of the movie "train to busan, if you haven't seen it, please do. i highly recommend it~. if this baby goes well, i might write a chapter two huehuehue. also shoutout to fish (@/the-fishing-basket) and summer (@/sleepysnk) for reading the draft over for me as i worked along!
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"Are you sure you have everything?"
"Yes."
"Toothbrushes?"
"Yep."
"Passport?"
"Check."
"Underwear-"
"Mom!" You gaped at her, unable to believe that she would have the audacity to say that out loud.
"Kidding, kidding!" Your mother laughed, patting you on the back. "I'm just making sure that you're all packed!"
"We know how forgetful you can be, kiddo," your father added, playfully nudging you.
You rolled your eyes in response but you couldn't help but smile anyway, "I promise that I have everything and even double checked, no way I was leaving without everything I needed."
This was no simple ordinary trip you were taking; you weren't just traveling and sightseeing and learning about all the wonders, no. You were going to study abroad in Japan as part of a foreign exchange program to a university you were attending. Ten years ago, you never imagined that you would ever be so far away from your loved ones as you would be following your dreams to gain the career you so desired albeit abroad.
"Remember that we love you a lot, and we'll be waiting for you to keep in contact whenever you're available, okay?" Your mother said, her eyes beginning to shine with tears.
"And no matter what happens, you can always come home. We'll be waiting with open arms," your father added, bringing the both of you into a group hug. It definitely took some time to convince yourself to end the hug before you missed your flight.
As you bid goodbye to your parents, you headed inside of the airport, ready to take on the next chapter of your life.
Right now, it had to be about 6 A.M. in the morning and here you were at Shibuya Station, still half asleep for the long trip you were going to make to the university. Which meant that sadly, you had to get up extra early for the ride. But at least it meant that the sooner you got settled in, the better right? Plus, you could at least afford to doze off in your seat for a bit. Who knows? Maybe the seats were decently comfortable compared to the hotel you were staying at.
As you rubbed your eyes to keep from falling asleep while standing, you decided to pass the time by looking around at the people boarding the train with you.
There were surely a variety of people that were going along for a ride, and the majority of them looked to be around your age too, maybe a year or two younger. As you looked around some more, you hear a “Hey!” coming up from the floor above you, followed by some yelling. As you and a few others nearby turned your heads towards the noise, you saw a crowd of people in front of the top of the stairs surrounding something. You couldn’t see what was going on thanks to the crowd blocking your view, but it looked like a fight was breaking out? Maybe a thief messed with the wrong person and the people were bystanders? You didn’t know.
Looking back, maybe that should’ve been the first sign of trouble.
Enough people watching for now, you were still tired and the train finally opened the doors to let everyone in. You only looked around the area for a minute and that was enough to make you want to fall asleep. Not only that, you really wanted to sit down. You got inside as the announcement for the train departing soon rang out.
Now here you were, finally taking a seat on the train. As you sank down in your seat, you sighed. Never in your life did you expect to be so many miles away from home, and the homesickness was starting to sink in. Sure it wasn't the first time this happened, but today it was stronger than ever.
Maybe it's because you would be even further than home, it was your first time attending your new university after all. After graduating high school, you were lucky to be accepted into a foreign exchange program and placed with good host parents. But now here you are boarding the train to reach your university and settle into your dorm, at least a half hour away from even said host parents. Everything was really starting to sink in; the culture shock, the homesickness, everything.
As you sank down in your seat, you couldn't help but hear some commotion going on from the seats across from you.
"Wh-? Hina! Why are you sitting next to me of all people?!" A boy with bright yellow hair exclaimed. He wore a blue and white baseball uniform and blue cap. His hair was the brightest yellow you’ve ever seen in your life! Looks like it was badly dyed too, the poor guy.
He and his team were standing nearby as you were people-watching earlier. This team looked to be from a high school or college and they seemed to be traveling for a faraway game and the girl in question, "Hina", was accompanying them as their only cheerleader. Said girl was indeed sitting next to the flustered boy, smiling at him as he was turning red.
"Come on Takemichi, nothing wrong with me sitting next to you, right?” She said, much to the flustering of the boy. Even his ears seemed to redden.
“But, listen-” he began to stammer, trying to explain himself to no avail.
“No you listen mister, if I tell you I like you, all you have to do is say 'thank you'. It’s your fate," She added, smugly.
The rest of the team began to laugh and jeer at the couple with a “Yeah, that’s fate!”, mainly at the boy you now knew as “Takemichi”, and they soon began to chant "Accept her! Accept her!" Poor Takemichi hid his face under his cap as he sunk into his seat, embarrassed. All the while, Hina looked down at him with a teasing smile. Even the coach of the team smiled at the sight.
The sight made you giggle before you began to face forward, leaning back into your seat as you began to rest. As you began to relax, the train began to move, ready to be on its way.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the station worker that was giving the “all clear” signal get tackled by somebody. Surprised, you turned to face the window and sat up in your seat to get a better look, but it was too late. The train was already moving way too fast for you to see what exactly happened.
You shrugged as you sat back down and got comfortable again, thinking that the random person would soon get apprehended and that poor station worker would soon be alright after all of that mess. Little did you know, it was just the beginning…
A few minutes began to pass by and you decided to get up to use the restroom. As you stood up, you then witnessed a conversation. There was a man who dressed formally and wore glasses, his gray eyes seemed to stand out even from far away. He was talking to one of the train attendants about a concern.
“Excuse me, good morning. It appears that some odd man has gone onboard the train somehow and is hiding in the washroom. He’s been there for a while too,” he said. Seeing as you were on your way to said washroom, you followed the two men to where this odd person supposedly resided.
You reached the door and the attendant knocked on the door with a “Sir? Is everything alright?” Eventually, he had no choice but to open the door and the three of you were met with a man curled up in a ball, trembling. He had long black hair with parts of it dyed yellow, a single bell earring, and dirty clothes. What stood out the most from him was his eyes, which were sand brown and wide open with fear.
“They’re dead… everyone’s all dead…” he muttered, slowly turning his head to face the three of you.
“Excuse me? Where is your ticket, sir? If you don’t have it, we will have no choice but to escort you off at the next station,” the attendant said.
“All dead… everyone’s dead!” He wheezed out, laughing. His earring jingled along as he continued to laugh. This disturbed you, just what happened to this man?
As the attendant still tried to reason with the strange man, you felt the other man pat you on your shoulder. As you turned to look at him, he smiled at you. “Don’t worry about him, trash always gets disposed of.” He said to you.
You could only look back at him in disbelief, “You really shouldn’t talk about other people like that, sometimes life happens and it screws you over.” You replied.
He only laughed at you before walking away back to his seat, “Don’t be naive for too long darling, come back to reality whenever you feel like it.”
You made a sneer before deciding to look for another washroom.
Walking through the aisle and into the next passenger car over, you were surprised to see how decently full the train was already as you continued making your way. Two stood out to you as you walked by: there were a pair of boys who appeared to be brothers sitting on your left. One seemed to tease the other about something while the other only rolled his eyes in response and pushed his glasses up his nose.
All the while, another train attendant was trying to report a serious situation in car 11 concerning an injured woman along with other passengers in the other cabins watching news of the “riots”...
You finally made your way only to be greeted by a tall intimidating man staring at you. He had long blond hair in a braid with the sides and back of his head shaved off, revealing a dragon tattoo. Sensing your need, he shook his head. “Gonna be a while, sorry. Both rooms are taken. Right, honey?” He said that last part in a teasing tone as he leaned towards one door. Hearing a bang on the door from the inside in response, he laughed before looking back at you. “Ah, she loves me.”
Laughing along with him, you then walked away to find another available restroom. Until you almost ran into the same attendant you met earlier. Confused as you watched him run towards the direction you came from, you wondered what happened.
‘Must be urgent,’ you thought, before shrugging it off.
While you were gone, all hell was breaking loose in another part of the train.
Takemichi, Hina, and the rest of the baseball team watched in surprise as they watched an attendant walk through the aisle with a woman on her back. They were confused as to why the attendant was struggling in pain and why the woman seemed to be biting at her neck before both women fell to the ground together. Confusion soon later turned to horror as the woman and now zombified attendant began to arise and attack the other passengers.
“Holy shit!” Takemichi yelled out as he and the others watched their coach get attacked before the man could react and have his neck bitten into. He quickly got up to try and help him as Hina could only watch on.
As another train attendant ran towards the commotion to see what was going on, he too was horrified to see passengers violently biting one another as a few others managed to escape and run past him or stay to defend the vulnerable (i.e Takemichi using his baseball bat to protect Hina from a newly zombified man that almost attacked her). The man soon got over his shock as he witnessed a coworker stare up at him with soulless eyes after biting into another one of their own, now fully changed into one of them.
He got up and ran back towards the other car where a few confused people were peering over to see what was going on, “Go! Everyone run! Hurry!”
Frightened, almost everyone did what he said, immediately heading towards another car, far away from where the mess was happening. There were a few that needed some urging to move forward.
“Conductor! There’s a situation!” The attendant frantically yelled into the walkie talkie he and his coworkers always carried. “I don’t know what happened but- violence broke out in one of the cabins!”
Oblivious to it all, you stepped out of the restroom, finally feeling refreshed. Oddly enough, you opened the door right as another man was ready to walk by you.
“Oh! Pardon me! I didn’t see you there!” You apologized, to which the man waved it off, smiling. This man had a choppy undercut with the top half in a blonde color, green eyes, and a single earring in his left ear.
“S’all good. Say, do you know what’s going on in that next room over? There were people running over to where I’m sitting, panicking about something.” He asked.
You shrugged, “I know nothing honestly.”
He nodded in understanding before looking over at you some more, “Don’t mean to sound blunt, but you’re not from around here, are you?” He asked
You smiled slightly, shaking your head, “Nope, I’m studying abroad here as part of an exchange program,” you answered.
“Cool! Why don’t we get acquainted since we’re talking? You look like you need a friend. My name is Chifuyu,” he introduced himself, bowing. You did the same too, telling him your name.
Just after you made your introductions, a man ran past you two yelling “Run!”, nearly knocking you down. Not even three seconds later three more civilians ran past you two yelling in panic.
Confused, you and Chifuyu looked at each other before looking at the sliding glass door that led to the other cabin you passed by on your way earlier. Unfortunately, thanks to the other passengers standing up from their seats, they were blocking your view. They were probably curious as well.
Chifuyu let out a hum before he spoke, “I’ll go check it out, wait here, okay?” He said, giving you a reassuring smile before sliding open the door. Little did he know, he was going to be greeted with a nasty surprise.
Right after he opened the door, more people were running past him. He even almost got knocked over himself from some yelling to “Get away! Now!”
He looked on in awe as a random man, who was attempting to run by with the others, was holding onto his neck. That man soon collapsed on an empty seat and began to violently convulse.
“Get up and hurry! Head for the back!” Snapping out of his stupor, he witnessed an attendant, the same one he (and you) saw earlier, run by to round up the last passengers frozen in place or somehow still asleep to get them to run away. But he was sadly too late. Chifuyu began to slowly back away in fear as he witnessed the man’s coworker run up and bite him and saw other people, now appearing to be zombies, attack the remaining passengers who failed to flee in time.
“What’s going on?”
Chifuyu quickly looked back to see you still standing behind him, confused. Facing forward to see the now changed attendant who was ready to charge at him, he quickly turned back around and sprinted towards you, grabbing you by your wrist.
“Run now! We gotta move!” He yelled out, forcing you to run as well.
The situation still not sinking in yet, you turned your head back to see many people covered in blood snarling as they chased after you two.
Your eyes widened, dread filling your body as you turned your head back to try and match Chifuyu’s rapid pace.
Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would experience this in your life. And to think that you thought that such a scenario could only happen in movies.
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OKAY I HAVE A REALLY INTRIGUING IDEA 💡
Have you considered writing a story or headcanon about Ominis and Isabel when the World Wars were occurring? 👀 Like, I'm sure there were some things that made them feel unsafe, and the fact that they have direct business with the muggles, and are not that much of a shut-in wizarding family.
My brain is exploding 🤯 with these kinds of thoughts please help me Zip 🙇🏻‍♀️
So in WWI, all three of their kids would be in school, and I assume Hogwarts is extremely safe, being hidden from muggles and all that. Ominis, being a wizard, would have likely been exempt from conscription (and total blindness probably made him ineligible too LMAO). They were still fighting off some surviving members of the Gaunt family at that point and were likely too stressed about the Gaunts to really pay much mind to WWI.
However, shipping to/from India, where most of the family business was involved, was difficult because of trade route disruptions. There was tons of demand, which was great, but shipping was extremely difficult and created a lot of economic heartburn. Isabel and Ominis would have had a pretty stressful time with work at that point tbh; there's only so much magical intervention one can employ before others get suspicious lol.
Things were much more serious in WWII. Isabel and Ominis were well into grandparenthood at that point. Being in Somerset County at this time would have been very scary, as there were bombings and a decoy village in in the same county was hit. Their oldest, Joseph, would have already inherited the house, but his parents still lived there. I'm imagining Isabel, Ominis, Joseph, Joseph's wife and his children would have dismissed the house staff and temporarily relocated to America, likely near @boxdstars' Amara and Natty, until it was safe to return home 💚 (let's be real this family is BRITISH and they'd have a hard time navigating America long-term without some help lol). They would have all been very homesick by the end. Since their house was relatively isolated, it came away unscathed in the bombings. They would have cast a fidelius charm on it anyway to prevent vandalism and theft while they were gone, but the house was pretty extensively decayed when they returned and required quite a bit of magic to restore.
The family trades business would have been dwindling for a while at this point, given that the Indian Independence Bill was right around the corner. The business had never had a royal charter or anything, again because it wasn't technically a muggle business and it was just never that big, so it was easy for Joseph to make the switch to working in the wizarding world full time and just dissolve the company. Isabel and Ominis had been retired for a while and they definitely had enough money to retire comfortably. Joseph never felt the need to re-hire house staff after they returned, so in many ways, returning to the house in 1945 was the end of Isabel and Ominis' era of influence over the House of Greymoore.
Thank you for the really interesting questions!! It’s really fun to think further into their future once in a while :)
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Notes: To start this off THERE WILL BE A PART TWO!! lol it will be posted on Saturday, so only two days! This has been sat in the drafts for so long until I though it was good enough to post lmao. I hope you all enjoy the fic, I haven't written in literal months, but I'm really happy to be back on mason Tumblr again!!! Ive missed u all, thank you for all the kind messages I love every single one of you! And also I wanna say another thank you for 1k!!! When I saw it I was so shocked I honestly cried lol... but anyways enjoy the fic my lovelies🤍 gif credits too @goalkepa
Blurb: One where y/n meets a stranger outside of a bar and they both decide to be someone else for the night, until this backfires on them.
Warnings: Just mild swearing!
The request
Fancy holidays weren't your thing. You didn't really fit in with what people call the ‘riches’. The constant cameras, lack of privacy. It was honestly the last thing you ever wanted to experience. But with your brother in constant limelight, you almost were forced into that way of life.
You had just finished your degree in journalism in London, and right now was a better time than ever to have a well deserved break. 
Your brother had willingly been on the other end of all of the phone calls you had made. Crying in your university's toilets, telling him you were homesick and couldn't deal with the stress. 
You loved your brother, and you knew he only ever wanted the best for you. But what you needed was words of encouragement, not “drop out and come say with me.”
Now, to anyone, yes I get it. That does sound like the life, am I right?
Traveling around with your brother, he's a F1 racer, so the traveling would be set to a maximum, amazing views, beautiful cities, everything paid for. Yeah it was very appealing, but you weren't going to settle for that. You wanted to do it on your own.
So let's say hypothetically you did go travel the world with your brother, you wouldn't have anything for yourself other than following his career and you don't think you could deal with another phone call from your parents asking you what you were going to do with your life.
But now that you have finished university, you have some jobs on hold. But for the time being you decided to join your brother on his lads holiday to mykonos, fun. 
That's also how you ended up in the situation you were currently enduring. You and Lando had left the villa a while ago to go have some well needed drinks, and to celebrate the fact you actually managed to graduate.
But long story short, like everyone else in your life, Lando had brought up the dreaded question, “what are you doing with your life now you have finished uni?”
A question you couldn't exactly answer...yet.
“All i'm saying is-” 
“I get what you're saying, lando, but I want to do something for myself.” You couldn't help but let out a sigh of desperation, fiddling with the black straw in your drink.
“I could get you a job with mclaren? You could be an interviewer or something, and on the plus side you'll be with me for a year, traveling the world.” He smirks at you, bumping your shoulder.
He would love that, for him to be the hero. He's had everything handed to him on a silver plate, and you hated that. For once in your life you just wanted to be your own person.
“Oh because mum and dad would love that.” You mumble rolling your eyes.
“I'm sure they would, finally being able to see their child with a stable job, and maybe a stable life.” He snaps back at you.
You let out a breathy laugh. You might not be stable, but who is after they've just finished uni?
“You're being unreasonable? I don't want to live in your shadow, lando.”
“And you're being ungrateful.”
His words hit hard. You hated passing up his incredible opportunity, but you just wished he understood why you were doing it.
“I'm not being ungrateful, but you making one or two phone calls to get me this job defeats the point of what I'm trying to tell you. I want to get a good job because I'm talented and smart, not because Lando Norris is my brother.”
You watch as Lando rolls his eyes at you before he waved over the bartender to probably order another drink in hopes it kills the tension.
A silence loomed as you sat back in your chair, playing with the rings on your fingers.
The thing is, he doesn't get it. You love that he wants to help, but he needs to let you figure things out on your own.
You watch as some of landos friends start to approach him from the entrance,all dressed in fancy over-priced shirts, crisp white shoes and embarrassingly sunglasses on in the club. 
You eye up the men that only acknowledge your brother, ignoring your presence completely, and you suddenly think that going for a walk and getting drunk by the beach sounds like a good idea.
Lando wasn't paying any attention to you as his back was now turned, greeting the young boys that had just walked over.
You grab your drink, smiling at the bartender before swiftly getting out your chair and walking out of the bar, leaving Lando with his friends. He was too distracted to notice you had gone anyway.
You really should keep your head up when you're walking, fiddling with the black straw in your drink, it becomes a slight distraction as you go to make it to the exit door. Although, for you it wasn't only the cold mykonos air that hit your body.
Your body collided with another that was also trying to make it out of the door, you smiled up at the young boy, he looked about in his twenties, gorgeous brown eyes, eyes that complemented his dark brown hair and his short, stubbley, beard.
“Sorry, you go.” he said. 
“No, it's fine you go.” You ushered him with a quick smile.
“No honestly, you can go first.”
Your eyes narrow at the man, he swiftly smirks, scratching the back of his neck as you take up his offer and walk through the door first, smiling as you soak up the warm fresh air from outside.
“Sorry, about that.” he catches up to you, deciding to stand next to you. 
It took you a moment to catch what he was on about but then you realized that your drink had split when he bumped into you, luckily missing your outfit, but your toes looked kinda sticky.
“Wait here?”
“What?” You look up at the odd stranger in disbelief, before he takes the now empty drink from your hand, pointing to the concrete slab that was made to look like a bench by the door.
“Just sit and wait, please.” Honestly, your day had been awful, and I don't think Satan could say no to his eyes.
He goes to push the door to the club before he turns around again, “Vodka lemonade?” You silently nodded before he wisped around the door.
You stood for a second before deciding to actually sit and wait.
The back of your legs hit the cold concrete slab as you sat, crossing your legs staring at the palm tree that calmly swayed above you.
You didn't have a moment to contemplate what the hell just happened with the stranger when your phone dings in your pocket.
Lando
Where did you go? Sent 22:15
Y/n???????? Sent 22:16
Did you go back to the villa? Sent 22:17
I'm sorry if i've upset you i was just trying to help Sent 22:17
Y/n
I'm fine, don't worry. Gone back to the villa i wasn't feeling too good talk 2 u tomo. Sent 22:20
Lando 
Get back safe x sent 22:20
You couldn't help but roll your eyes, but you knew you needed to get out of here in case Lando notices you haven't actually gone back to the villa, but your trail of thought crashed when an almost familiar body was lingering over you.
It was the guy from earlier.
But this time he was holding a black round tray with a set of drinks on it, a wide grin plastered on his face as he placed the tray down next to you with what looked like two vodka lemonades, and two shots of tequila.
“Drink?” He asks you with a smile. “The least I can do after I practically spilled yours.”
“How do I know you won't spike me?” You squint at him, he didn't seem like the type to be honest, but what do you know, he's a stranger.
He furrows his brows before placing a hand on his heart, before smirking and picking up one of the drinks, he sips from the straw, before taking a dramatic gulp. He lets out a breathy laugh before passing the glass to you.
You tried not to giggle at the stranger's antics, but the couple drinks you had with Lando earlier were already doing you dirty as you quietly slipped the drink the stranger had bought you.
“Also the ice is floating.” He added, taking a sip of his own vodka lemonade.
“What?” 
You turned to face him, his cheeks tint a pink shade before he pointed to your glass, “When a drinks been spiked the ice usually sinks.”
You stare at your floating ice for a moment, if he is a serial killer he's pretty damn good at luring in his victims, because it's been roughly six minutes and this boy has you captivated.
“So what's your name?” he smiles, passing you a shot.
The smell of strong tequila invades your nose as you watch him lift up his shot to cling it with yours.
He can sense your closed off demeanor as he sighs, but his smile never fades, “Fine, okay then, maya.” He winks at you with his shot in the air as you copy his actions in swallowing the tequila, the sensation burning your throat.
You winced slightly at the taste, before slamming the shot back down on the tray.
“Maya?” You question him, wiping the dribble from your bottom lip.
“Maya… Everdeen? Yep, you definitely look like Maya Everdeen.” He nodded to himself as he placed his shot glass back on the tray.
“Been watching the hunger games have you?” You smirked at him, picking your drink back up to fiddle with the straw.
He smiled before his cheeks turned pink again, he was kinda cute when he blushed.
“Hmh, if we're being serious, you definitely look like a charles.” You added, gazing over his long brown hair and his gorgeously glossy brown eyes. Your gaze linkers around his neck for a little while, noticing the small chain loosely hanging down the tip of his chest.
“I don't think I grew up posh enough for my mum to call me charles.” He smiled down at you.
“Where did you grow up?” Your eyes were watching your floating ice, as he giggled at your question.
“Trying to get to know your victims?” 
“Simply making conversation.” The corners of your mouth slightly moved upwards.
“Portsmouth.” He replied, he did have a south east england kinda accent. “You?”
“Bristol.”
“You don't have a bristolian accent though?” He questioned.
“I did a lot of traveling growing up, I live in London now so it's not like I'm around the accent a lot, it really pops out when i'm with my parents though.” You smile up at him, but when your eyes meet he was already looking at you, the silent moment of eye contact was cut off when your phone screen lit up.
Lando
Did you get back to the villa alright? Sent 22:41
Shit.
“Hey Charles, fancy getting out of here?” You quickly stand up, brushing off the dirt from the back of your thighs.
“Go where? Somewhere quiet so you can murder me, i dont think so.” He smiles, you roll your eyes at his attitude before looking at the glistening reflection from the moon on the sea.
“Exactly that, the beach will do perfectly.” You smile already making way to cross the road.
This was very out of character for you. You don't do one night stands, not that this was a one night stand, or even anything close, but you knew it wasn't the safest of situations to have put yourself in. And the fact your brother would be pissed if he could see what you were doing right now. 
You pulled your heels off on the side of the road, watching ‘charles’ pull off his socks and shoes as you both took a stroll along the beach.
You spent the long walk talking about everything and nothing, it was nice, talking to a stranger. You and the boy never once spoke about your own life or its problems. You just spoke about the world and had an odd conversation about planes. He told you about his fear of heights while you compared it to your fear of spiders. You spoke about the future and how one day he hopes to have a family, you couldn't say the same, sure you would love to have a family, but you wouldn't do that with just anyone. After the conversations died down, ‘charles’ had suggested a game he liked to call ‘rapid questions’.
“Summer or winter?” he asked you.
“Autumn.” You quickly say.
“Good answer.” He smirked as he looked down at you.
“Okay I have one, are you a cat or dog person?” You asked him.
“What do you think?”
“You look like a dog person.” You bump his shoulder, smiling up at him, watching how his eyes lightley shone from the reflection of the sea..
“Correct. One place in the world you would love to visit?” He asks you.
“New york. You?”
“Vegas.” He sheepishly smiles.
“Best present you've ever received?” You asked him, he smiled as he thought about his answer.
“Hmh, my great nan she knits jumpers for all the grandkids every year at christmas.”
“That's your best gift you've ever gotten?” You question him, trying to suppress your smile from his answer.
“It's the same routine every year, but the best part is the smile on her face when she sees you wear it on christmas day.”
“That's cute.” You bump his shoulder as you continue to walk along the sandy beach.
“What about you?”
“The best gift I've ever received… probably flowers.”
“Flowers?” 
“Yeah, I love getting fresh flowers.” You shrug.
There was something about you that the boy couldn't help but be captivated by, he wanted to walk along this beach all night and ask you questions.
“Something you hate?” You said, interrupting his thoughts.
“Losing.”
“Competitive are we?” You smirked at him, your eyebrow furred as you watched him scoff slightly.
“Very.” He winked.
“Not a sore loser are you?”
He laughs, “I try not to be.”
“What about you? what's something you hate.”
“Expectations.” You shrugged, facing forward as you threw your head back slightly, feeling the sea breeze on your neck.
He looked at you confused, you took note of the expression so you decided to elaborate on your answer.
“There's nothing worse when you try your hardest and someone still expects more of you.”
“Yeah, that sucks.” he smiled down at you, but his smile widened as he thought of another question.
“Favorite swear word?”
“Bolacks.” You said with a confidant smile.
“Really?” He laughs,
“It can mean so many different things, good food, it was the bollocks, just kicked you in the nuts, sorry about your bollocks?” The stranger couldn't help but laugh at your answer.
“Mines definitely bastard.” He said.
“Bastard?” You repeated back to him.
“No, you've got to say it with sass, like bastard.” 
You both walked along the sand for a while longer, giggling as you both kept repeating the word bastard.
Your empty glass was still clutched in your hand as you both continued to slowly walk, you had no idea how far you had both walked, but judging by the complaining from Charles it was probably quite far. 
You turned around at the noise of Charles groaning, he fumbled down on one of the sunbeds laying across it as he looked up at you.
“I don't really drink a lot, so I'm basically a light weight. I just need to sit down for a moment.” 
You can't help but giggle at him as he sprawls out along the sandy sunbed.
You situate yourself at the bottom of the sun bed, your eyes focused on the view of the sea and moon rather than the clearly drunk man whose head was now placed on your leg.
“Maya?”
“Yes charlie.”
“I thought my name was charles?” He smirked, his eyes never leaving yours.
“It is, but charlies a cute nickname.” You had to take a second to look away, even with the alcohol his stare was intense to you.
He turned his head so he could look into your eyes better. But you broke eye contact again by pulling out your phone, you checked the time and it was currently one am. You knew you should probably get back to the villa soon, really risking it with Lando going home and not finding you all tucked up in your room.
“Tell me about maya.”
You smiled down at the boy, fiddling with your fingers for a moment, as you leant forward, gently leaning on his thigh.
“Well for starters, she loves books. Oh, she's a dog person. Her favorite color changes every week.” You pause for a second to think about what else you could say, but your mystery man was just soaking it all up.
“And she can't tell you what her job is or she will get assassinated, and so will you.”
The stranger fake gasps at your words.
“Tell me more.” He sits up, cross legged as he faces you.
“Hmh, she works for the FBI.” Your heart melted at the boyish smile plastered on ‘Charles' face.
“I've already said too much.” You say dramatically, hiding your face on his leg before you look up again.
“What about you, what does Charlie do?”
“Okay, but you've got to promise not to tell.” You silently nodded before taking his pinky finger in yours, he leans forward to whisper in your ear.
“I'm spiderman.” He smirks.
You pull away and gasp slightly, trying to keep it serious before you burst out in giggles. 
“Why are you laughing?” He frowns at you, but you can see the smile behind his eyes.
“Shoot a web.” You demande though your laughs.
“I cant.”
“But your spiderman?” You whine at him.
Charles huffs as he sits up more, “It's the suit, it doesn't come out of me, duh.” 
Your initial thoughts to this man was that he looked kinda sporty, like an athlete, a little bit cocky too, but the more time you spend with him the more you realize he's a literal nerd.
Your heart swelled as you wanted to spend more time with him, but you knew you had to get back to the villa soon.
“Thank you for trusting me with your secret Charles, but duty calls, i've just been made aware of a threat against the queen, i have to leave mykonos as soon as i can.”
You sit up but the boy gently grazes your legs.
“Wait, Maya.”
You stand up in the sand, looking down at the boy, especially his hand that was clutched around your knee.
“Meet me again tomorrow, please.” You thought about it for a moment, you leave in two days, and his company had made you smile more in the last few hours than you have in months.
“I can't make any promises, the jet leaves in an hour.”
“Well, the queen can wait, she's about to kick the bucket anyway. Tomorrow, should we say six?” You can't help but laugh at his comment.
“Where?” You ask him, watching how he lets out a sigh of relief at your answer.
“The caster hotel.”
“I'll see what i can do, spiderman.”
“But you were fine this morning?” Lando questions as he follows you through the hallway.
“That's because I didn't feel sick this morning, and now I do.” You huff.
“Why don't you want to come?” He leans in the doorway to the room you were staying at, he knew you weren't ill, but he would never suspect you sneaking out to meet a man whose name you still don't know.
“I just don't.” You sat on the bed, your arms folded as your dressing gown was tightly wrapped around you, hiding the dress you had on underneath.
“Are you depressed?” He cocked his head to the side, a questionable look on his face.
“Lando, for fuck sake, i have a headach, and your making it worse!”
“You left the bar early yesterday y/n, and you don't want to come again today? After everything you've put me through, sorry that I'm worried about you.” His words hurt, but not as much as the time on your phone that read 5:46.
“You don't need to worry about me.” You mumbled.
“But I do, I'm your older brother?”
You sigh before raising your head to look at your brother. 
“I'm fine, just please let me have the night to myself.”
“No.”
It was times like this where you felt like just crying, crying until the floor swallowed you up. It was currently 6:22, you were sitting in bed with lando. You were both watching old love island episodes with some snacks that were left in the fridge. Lando canceled on his mates for dinner, meaning you couldn't sneak out and see charles. You were going home tomorrow, and the chances of bumping into your mystery man were slim, but you let it go. Guess it wasn't meant to be.
Part two will be posted on 16/7/22
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onehornedbeast · 7 months
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kyle and val for the ship prompt 🤍
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Tagging @shegetsburned @jillvalentinesday @jinfromyarikawa and @marivenah, thankyou so much for sending this ask yall <3 🥺 also @sstewyhosseini because maybe you would like to read some kyl-ie stuff?
I might have rambled a bit FYI:
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• Gives nose/forehead kisses: Kyle 100%, besides doing it as a habit it's also one of his 'tricks' to get her attention and luckily it always works. Valerie frowning on habit? Smooch. Feeling upset from failed research or traumatic nightmares? Smooch smooch. Want to get her away from work? Big smooch before stealing her away.
• Gets jealous the most: Would have to say both in different situations but if one of them had to be chosen then Kyle. The two of them get hit on for sure but there's something upsetting about seeing Valerie being hit on by other people even lower ranking officers whenever she just wants to train or work out in peace. Sure she can be intimidating on her own yet some people can be quite persistent so that's where he uses his authoritative voice to shoo them away. (P.S Kyle being angry is not a good sight.)
• Takes care of on sick days: Valerie doesn't get sick often but unfortunately once in a while her experinented/tortured body gives out from her workaholic, insomniac and perfectionist tendencies. That's where Kyle immediately steps in to stop her and pamper her to full health again, and if he's not around, he'll make sure someone else from the 141 keeps an eye on her. 
• Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: I'm not sure about this since both would be running straight to the waters immediately as a competition. But something tells me it would be Valerie when Kyle doesn't want to feel like surfing. (More like he's bluffing so she could place all of her attention on him and pout or something.)
• Brings the other lunch at work: It's a 50/50 in this situation, Kyle surprises Valerie with food from one of her favourite restaurants/bakeries and Valerie does the same in return. Though Kyle does it often because he loves seeing her happy, poor girl is somewhat homesick.
• Tries to start role-playing in bed: Valerie. After hearing Kyle speak about his fantasies, she attempts to role play just for him no matter how embarrassing it is for her. Plus seeing his genuine flushed reaction makes it all worth it.
• Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Valerie claims the throne for that; she loves to dance even when she's not drunk. There was a time she got so sloshed when she was out drinking with the boys that she started to sing in Japanese or another foreign language loudly and even pulled Kyle to dance with her on the table.
• Firmly believes in couples costumes: Kyle definitely. He's determined to make sure Valerie experiences every mundane but fun activities and couple costumes is one of them especially for Halloween. Kyle dressing up as a vampire lord while Valerie dresses up as a noble maiden is a sight to see.
• Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: Valerie! She couldn't help but spoil Kyle often like getting him front row seats to the football match for him and his friends (soccer to her but we're not starting that debate lol) or new clothes, sports gear, even holiday packages for his family all because she loves him besides the fact that she's in the science field too so she does earn a bit more.
• Makes the other eat breakfast: Doting boyfriend coming up right for Kyle. And it's not just breakfast, even lunch, dinner and sometimes supper.
• Remembers anniversaries: Kyle again. If he remembers when and where they first met, he'll remember the anniversaries and even informs Valerie about it.
• Brings up having kids first: They haven't thought about having kids yet since it's too risky and Valerie wants Kyle to focus on himself, but he would mention it in a few years to let his intentions known.
• Kills the bugs: Valerie would swoop in to Kyle's rescue whenever he started to scream at the unknown bug. Sometimes they'll even argue if it should be killed or not.
• First to define them as a couple: After accepting Kyle's confession she doesn't know what to do next so naturally he took the lead in the relationship and started introducing them as a couple.
• Who hides their guilty pleasures longer: Valerie being the one who is used to hiding everything she can to not let people find out about her weaknesses and so forth would also hide her guilty pleasures yet Kyle discovering it makes him fall in love with her even deeper.
Sometimes Kyle does hide a few of his guilty pleasures but only because he wants to impress her even though she's already impressed.
• Snorts while laughing: Valerie 100000%! She snorts, squeals, roars or makes any random noises while laughing which is a huge contrast to her stoic character while Kyle just laughs handsomely. He's just that cool. (To her anyway.)
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goopyartiste · 7 months
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Summary: Late night texts from your boyfriend sends you reminiscing.
Pairing: College! Denki Kaminari x College! Reader
Word Count: 290 words
Warnings: none, its PURE FLUFF with a hint of nostalgia
A/N: my first piece of writing after being back on tumblr. my escapism came in full clutch man. i used the feelings of homesickness and nostalgia that have been accumulating and channeled it into this lol. its not very long, but as you can see im starting to stretch out my writing muscles again. ALSO! this is beginning the slow transition into other fandoms by beginning again with something familiar to you guys. just an fyi :). OKAY ENJOY GUYS!!!
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Staring out the car window, the bright neon lights of the city around you seared their way into your eyes. College had been full of ups and downs, but your mind was currently on your long distance lover off in Japan. Your body ached for a chance to sleep, but being out with your friends and just now getting dinner meant that sleep was still a few hours away. As the slow rumble of your friend’s car droned on, a ping brought you out of your late night daze.
‘miss you! hope your friends aren’t driving you crazy 💛’
A small smile graced your lips, a common occurrence whenever a text from your boyfriend came. You missed him, you really did. You missed the quiet moments both of you shared when it was just you two or the comfort that laughing with your friends brought you. College just meant that all of that was further away from you than before, but it was a change that you would just have to learn to live with for at least four more years. Looking back at your phone, you began texting him back.
‘I miss you so much more pikachu. Can't wait until the next time you come visit so I can bore you by talking about my classes lol’
Hitting send, you waited for his response just in time for your friends to return and drive back home where dinner was awaiting you all. As you all began talking again, another ping came in. Of course, you weren't with your boyfriend or your older friends, but this would be a new experience that would give you new memories as well. And you knew Denki would be waiting for you when you returned home.
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