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COMPETITION — gojo satoru
satoru tries to beat the bad cook allegations and win his girls back
girl dad satoru, established relationship — you’re married & have a daughter (oc), her name is sora, f! reader, reader is referred to as “mama”, mentions of food, this is a silly little thing, not proofread, wc: 1.2k
satoru can be a lot of things — the strongest sorcerer, the most loving and devoted husband, the world’s greatest dad, society’s biggest menace, and according to some “the owner of the most annoying heh” — but there’s one thing he most definitely isn’t. a good cook.
but ever since you had a family brunch gathering at nanami’s place where the latter had singlehandedly prepared a feast, without letting his wife lift a single finger even when it came to setting the table, satoru took it upon himself to prove that he can be as good of a cook as nanami, or even better.
the way you and your five-year-old daughter, sora, looked as if you’ve just tasted heaven while savoring each bite was a blow below the belt for satoru, while the finishing one was you complimenting nanami and telling his wife how she is the luckiest woman alive to have a husband who’s so skilled and willing in the kitchen because satoru can’t even boil water — to which sora nodded in agreement, “papa really sucks in the kitchen.”
it’s been two weeks ever since and you regret ever making that snarky remark about satoru’s incompetence because you’ve been banned from the kitchen all along, not even allowed to pour yourself a glass of water — all you have to do is ask and your husband will do it for you while you sit back and watch as the state of your kitchen worsens with each passing day.
he would occasionally have sora keep him company and help him prep the ingredients, sometimes even take the first bite if the end product looks edible, but for you the kitchen was completely off limits, he’s got a point to prove — that he is the best husband and you should’ve never said those flattering words about his friend in the first place because he can’t stand it when you acknowledge in any way any other man that isn’t him.
satoru’s determination is strong. he has no intention of letting this matter go, not until he sees that same expression on you and your daughter’s face — this is his life goal right now, he cannot have his two most important girls swayed by another man’s cooking, not even if that man is nanami (and especially because it’s him).
you might be running out of usable plates and pans, as they’re either broken or burnt, but satoru is definitely making progress. all the cooking videos he’s watched and the tips he’s gotten from talking to mothers on online forums are finally paying off because today, for the first time ever, he didn’t burn the pancakes for breakfast.
“papa”, sora looks with disapproving eyes at her dad, her cheeks squished between her tiny palms as she’s leaning her elbows on the kitchen counter.
“yes, my life”, satoru crouches down to her level. even though she’s standing on the toddler step stool her head can barely reach his hips. but whenever satoru talks to her, he always, without fail, either squats down or leans forward or holds her in his arms — because in those moments it’s just him and his little princess against the world, on equal footing always so he can hear her better and never miss a single expression she makes. “what’s with that look, hm?”, he nuzzles his flour covered nose against hers, the action itself causing some of the white particles to smudge on hers too.
“the pancakes look like pancakes this time but mama will not like this mess you made, again” — the sink is filled to the brim, there’s flour and baking powder on every single surface — counter, table, chairs, floor, the butter has started melting because satoru placed it too close to the stove after using some of it, there’s eggshells on the floor — any clean freak’s biggest nightmare.
“the mess i made?”, he gasps, “aren’t you an accomplice in this, little miss?”
“no”, she flatly denies, “i only watched you and broke the eggs”
“on the floor, that is”
“it’s because you said pick three eggs while i can only carry two, look—”, she stretches her tiny hands forward, palms facing up, to prove her point, “i have only two hands and they’re not big like yours, how am i supposed to hold the third one?”
satoru chuckles at her genuinely puzzled face, “you’re right, my life”, he replies through a soft smile after taking her hands into his and peppering kisses on the inside of each, “papa didn’t consider this”
“it’s okay, papa”, sora rests her forehead against her dad’s, “i am a big girl now, i will help you clean after breakfast”
“but you’ll always be my little girl no matter how old you get”, satoru whispers softly, lifting her up with just one arm so his free hand can gently caress the back of her head as she comfortably nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck, “which is why papa will take care of it”
“but first”, he sits her on the countertop and cuts a small piece of the pancake for her to taste. “say aah”, he holds the fork to her mouth, eagerly observing every gesture on her face as she takes the bite and starts chewing. it’s definitely not the look she made while eating nanami’s cooking but she doesn’t seem to hate it either.
“papa.”
“yes, my life?”, satoru looks at her expectantly.
“can i be honest with you?”
“yes, of course you can”
“uncle nanamin does it better”, she admits to which satoru instantly deflates, “but—”
“but?”, a tiny spark of hope makes it back to his sulking eyes.
“i wouldn’t trade your pancakes for the world”
“YESSS”, satoru triumphantly pumps his fist in the air and spins around beaming with joy, “got one of my girls back on my team — now let’s hear your mother’s verdict… but hold on”, his face painted in concern again.
“hmm?”, sora questions the sudden change in his demeanor.
“sora.”, satoru speaks in a rather serious voice.
“papa?”
“you’re not saying this just because i’m your papa, right?”
“well, it’s partly because of it actually”, sora pauses for a second, trying to pick the right words before continuing, “but it’s because you put so much love and effort to make me and mama happy that it makes anything you do my favorite thing in the world, and i wouldn’t trade it for anything, papa”
“i haven’t tasted the pancakes yet but i must agree with sora on this”, your voice reaches them from behind as you stand leaning on the doorframe. you came following the sweet and warm aroma wafting through the air but found yourself accidentally eavesdropping on their little heart-to-heart talk. “you put your heart and soul for us always — aren’t we the luckiest girls in the world?”, you wink at sora and she nods.
satoru sighs in relief, “if i can’t give you the best of everything that means i am a failure both as a husband and as a father. because you two are my biggest blessing and i only live to make you happy. also — you’re still not allowed in the kitchen, so just stay there and wait for the pancakes.”
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One Shots & Requests Masterlist
18+ ONLY. MDNI. SOME FICS CONTAIN DARK CONTENT.
Currently writing for One Piece. All of these fics are NSFW and Fem!Reader unless marked otherwise. Content warnings and Ao3 links can be found on each post. This post updates frequently! Check out the main masterlist for completed and ongoing series, as well as WIP updates and announcements!
One shots related to the poly fic We've All Got Needs can be read on their own, and are marked with a 💜
Ace
The Only One I Want ~ (1657) ~ You have a delicious dream about a certain swordsman. Your boyfriend, Ace, is not pleased when you wake up. (Brief Zoro x Fem!Reader in a dream.)
My Pretty Little Thief ~ (2004) ~ Ace knows where he left his hat. But when it's not there, he hunts it down, only to discover the culprit. How can he convince the thief to return his precious hat?
Buggy
You’d Do Anything For Me, Wouldn’t Ya, Doll? ~ (2104) ~ You are Captain Buggy’s Vicious Dagger, his blade tossing beauty that recently became his lover. You’d do anything for him, and tonight you prove it.
Crocodile
Wrong Side of the Bars ~ (3990) ~ Your promotion landed you in hell, otherwise known as Level 6 of Impel Down. All you wanted to do was work this shit job so you could move on up, but there's one prisoner that won't leave you alone. It turns out those long nights go by faster with a bit of company.
Cross Guild
Numbers Game ~ Masterlist ~ (Oops. Turned into a series.) ~ You left your stable/boring life as an investment banker to have some adventure. Unfortunately, that sweet Warlord of the Sea didn't follow your financial advice, and now you and your clown are at the mercy of his biggest lender and his new business partner.
Katakuri
Sweet Abduction ~ (4084) ~ Part 2 ~ (2175) ~ Part 3 (End) ~ (3781) ~ Times are tough, and you're afraid you'll have to give up the family business, until you find people who cherish your work. Who knew making doughnuts would gain you the attention of an Emperor of the Sea, and her second son? Will your new life be as sweet as it seemed?
More fics below the cut 🖤
Law
See How You Like It ~ (1927) ~ Law is back from another fiasco with the Straw Hats. You think he's cute when he's grumpy. He thinks you should have some more respect for your captain.
Bend Until You Break ~ Masterlist ~ (Oops. Turned into a series. Completed) ~ !! YANDERE!Law x Fem!Reader !! DARK CONTENT !! ~ You have struggled with mystery pains and injuries for most of your life, and had resigned yourself to suffer after every doctor told you there was nothing wrong. But when a world renowned doctor/pirate comes to town to offer aid in exchange for supplies, you decide to give hope one more chance. Maybe you'll finally find a doctor you can trust.
Misty Eyes ~ Masterlist ~ (Oops. Turned into a series. Ongoing) ~ (Includes Doflamingo x Fem!Reader in the past & flashbacks) !! DARK CONTENT !! ~ You were the weakest member of the Donquixote Family, so Doflamingo found another way you could serve him. Until your childhood crush found you, freeing you from those chains. What will Law expect in return?
Such a Softie ~ (461 ~ Drabble) (SFW) (GN!Reader) ~ Law is struggling to help you with your pain, until he has an idea. This is the coziest treatment you've ever received.
Luffy
My Favorite Kinds of Nights 💜 ~ (2375) ~ Part 2 ~ (3625) ~ You are enjoying a quiet moment away from the feast while the crew celebrates another victory. Your three partners, Robin, Sanji, and Zoro are occupied for the evening, so you take time to relax. Until you receive an unexpected request from your captain.
Multi and/or Character x Character
Same Time ~ (1123) ~ Zoro x Fem!Reader x Sanji ~ Your boyfriends are always arguing, but sometimes you're the one that wins the fight. Tonight the battle is for who gets to go first.
So What? ~ (SFW) ~ (1096) ~ Zoro x Sanji ~ An enemy catches Zoro eying Sanji in the middle of a fight. Zoro doesn't care, until they make the mistake of threatening the cook.
One Piece x Introverted!Reader (SFW) ~ Headcanons & Drabbles ~ Zoro, Sanji, and Robin
The Sounds You Made 💜 ~ (1422) ~ Sanji x Fem!Reader, Zoro x Fem!Reader ~ Sanji overhears you discussing and enjoying your casual arrangement with Zoro. He doesn't like the way Zoro talks to you, so he listens in to make sure you're okay.
Lucky Boy 💜 ~ (2561) ~ Sanji x Robin ~ Robin and Sanji have been dating you for a while, but tonight is their first date together. How will the cook and the archaeologist get along?
In Control ~ 💜 (2599) ~ Zoro x Robin ~ Robin and Zoro have been dating you for a while, but tonight is their first date together. How will the swordsman and the archaeologist get along?
You Never Shut Up, Do You? 💜 ~ (1323) ~ Zoro x Nami ~ Nami has watched you enjoy your poly relationships with Zoro and Sanji for a while. She's got an itch that needs scratching, and she decides to see if Zoro can help her out.
I Saw You First 💜 ~ (1451) ~ Part 2 ~ (1309) ~ Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader ~ You have a casual arrangement with Zoro, but he isn't happy that you'll be seeing Sanji tonight. He tries to get his mind off of things, but overhears you enjoying your time with the cook. Can he control his anger?
Touching What's Yours 💜 ~ (815) ~ Part 2 ~ (2344) ~ Part 3 ~ (6048) ~ Zoro x Sanji, Zoro x Fem!Reader x Sanji ~ You have a casual arrangement with Zoro, but he isn't happy that you had your first night with Sanji tonight. Zoro overheard some of your time together, and his rage kept him from sleeping. Instead, Zoro has gone to confront the cook for taking what's his.
Sanji
Sleeping Beauty 💜 ~ (2646) ~ Your boyfriend has yet another kink he'd like to explore with you. You tell Sanji that you trust him to take care of you, even while you're sleeping.
Filthy Little Angel 💜 ~ (1323) ~ Sanji requests to try a new way to worship your body. You know your boyfriend will take good care of you.
Parted Lips (SFW) ~ (1734) ~ Sanji has made another meal just for you, but it's still too painful to eat. You open up to Sanji about your jaw pain, and he offers to help you work through it.
Sanji's Super Birthday Present 💜 ~ (988) ~ Part 2 (End) ~ (1105) ~ You work up the nerve to ask Franky for help with a gift for Sanji. You hope your birthday boy will like his new toy.
Gag Order ~ (3268) ~ You catch your boyfriend flirting with another woman, and you can't stop your worries. Until you decide to use your talents as a hypnotist to make sure you're the only one Sanji flirts with. He told you he only wants to be with you, so what's the harm in helping him keep that promise?
Shanks
A Good Catch ~ (4367) ~ Part 2 ~ (5030) ~ Part 3 ~ (4613) ~ Part 4 (End) ~ (4275) ~ You are an unlucky fisherwoman having a bad day, until a red haired pirate captain offers to help you out. You're pretty sure he only makes it worse.
Zeff
My Lovely Patron ~ (1300) ~ Part 2 ~ (1922) ~ You are a journalist following a story about fishmen attacking a floating restaurant. You try to ply the head chef with wine for some details, but end up getting something else instead.
Zoro
Just a Dream ~ (1288) ~ You have a delicious dream about your captain's brother. Your boyfriend, the first mate, is not pleased when you wake up. (Brief Ace x Fem!Reader in a dream)
Hogging the Blankets 💜 ~ (1210) ~ Zoro hogged the blankets, so you try to wake him. He tells you what you need to do now that you've woken him up.
Fighting Dirty 💜 ~ (2341) ~ You can’t help it when you get distracted by Zoro during training sessions, so he brings the sparring mats to the bedroom to teach you a lesson.
Mama Bear ~ (2606) ~ (Modern AU) ~ You're a gogo dancer, and you bring Zoro to a rave on your night off, wanting to show your boyfriend what that part of your life is like. Zoro can't help but notice how much you like to take care of people, and he has some thoughts on the matter.
Zoro x GN!Swordsman!Reader (with a powerful/unique sword) (SFW) ~ Headcanons & Drabble
A Swordsman's Shame ~ (SFW) (GN!Reader) ~ (1530) ~ You and Zoro have the same dream, and it's built a passion between you. But something has been holding you back, keeping you from opening yourself up to your crewmate, your rival, your fellow swordsman.
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For Christmas and New Year's Eve I will cook Obie the biggest feast he's ever had in his life. I will be in that kitchen for two weeks straight but he will be my main dish for the night✊️😌
He feels kind of guilty.
You know you don't have to go through those lengths, right Bonbon? It's actually making him a bit nervous, his gifts weren't cooking based.
Unfortunately, the more plates you slide his way, the more your clothes get stained with sauces, the happiness in your eyes when he licks the cutlery clean- He couldn't halt the boner even if he tried to squeeze the bloodflow off his dick.
If there's room for a fourth desert, Obie would like you to sit on the table and spread your legs, pretty please.
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zb1 as boyfriends 💋
a/n: thought i'd do one for jebe too 😋 YURA YURA BABY BABY also this is very rushed....
not proofread !
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• jiwoong
boyfriend jiwoong is so " yes love? honey. sweetheart. princess " he's so perfect wtf
this man would be randomly talking and say " i would die for you " and mean that shit from the bottom of his heart
i feel like he's very manly and mature but he can not drink an ounce of alcohol or he's wasted. but when he's drunk he's genuinely the cutest thing ever. will cling onto you and giggle like a little kid but you can't even be mad at him because you love him sm
SUCH a gentleman. i don't even need to elaborate on this.
he's so husband material like i would drop my whole life for him to put a ring on my finger
loves loves loves to spoil you on holidays
" i bought you a present! "
" it's the 4th of july jiwoong... and you're korean. "
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• hanbin
please do not even get me started with this man.
boyfriend!hanbin will literally revolve his whole world around you. if you think he adores that hamster plushie... take that times 1000 and that's his adoration for you
if he could take you on his tours he would. it literally tears him apart that he can't see you for that long of a period of time.
whenever he can't see you starts to literally hear your voice. he'll call you to get a flight to wherever he's at because he thinks he's delusional and needs to see you before he goes insane
will be your number one supporter at award shows, but when the camera pans to him he acts like he wasn't just screaming your fanchant
will do all of your chores for you even if you don't ask him to
" what're you doing? "
" sweeping "
" hanbin did you not just see me sweep the whole house? "
" well yeah but like- "
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• zhanghao
boyfriend!zhanghao is so RGRBRBRHRHRGRGRH
if anyone of your fans goes to a " your biggest fan " contest, they're all losing because zhanghao is winning immediately
honestly was your biggest fan before you two started dating. he made the biggest foul out of himself when he saw you
like the guy started stuttering, turning red, and sweating profusely. you thought it was cute so you just started teasing him more
he's still a little intimidated by you, but he doesn't stutter, turn red, or sweat profusely. ( unless you start making out, cus then he basically has a stroke )
zhanghao is definitely the second best kisser. idk why it's just something about him.... like his lips also just look so soft ( does it show that i dream about him all the time? )
the amount of stuff he knew about you before you started dating is basically stalker level but it's okay cus you're obsessed too.
you two are the most judgmental people i've ever seen oml. like someone will pass by and you'll look at eachother and give them the most vile look ever made. like if i slipped up in front of you two id probably cry
" ew wtf look it's her "
" omg wasn't she the friend that dumped that one guy for no reason "
" yup "
" gross "
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• matthew
boyfriend!matthew is so cute he makes me want to do a backflip into a pool of lava ( nichole wtf )
but anyways he's actually so perfect and sweet and perfect and also sweet with some perfect mixed in
wants to be in your arms 24/7, it literally kills him when he has to leave every morning for work. like he genuinely starts tweaking out
every time he goes to canada to visit his family, he takes you too because his mom and sister ADORE you sm. like whenever you're over his mom cooks a whole feast and will talk your ear off, but it's okay cus you love her
will be texting you with the stupidest smile on his face, it makes the members wanna gag. but he dosent notice cus he's to busy typing words to describe how much he misses you
the boys WILL NOT under any circumstances get too close to you or matthew will talk their ears off
" did you just touch her? "
" i passed her the remote?! "
" you know what gunwook i'm so sick and tired of- "
and then he rants for two hours.
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• taerae
boyfriend!taerae is soooo bestie boo, like he is literally your hype man
i also think that taerae is basically a mindreader... like you could be craving something and two seconds later there's taerae at the door with whatever it is you wanted. or if you wanted to call him, he'd call you right before you even turn on your phone to call him
quite literally spams your company's emails to let you do a dance challenge tiktok together. and when i say spam, i mean this man genuinely sent them 5000 slideshows as to why you should do the challenge together
absolutely can not go two sentences without bringing you up. the members could literally be talking about plants and he would make it have to do something with you
sometimes he'll wake up and wonder how in the world he pulled you. like he genuinely thinks he is the chosen one because he thinks your so 😍
he loves when you compliment his singing sm. he literally wants to cry every time you tell him how beautiful his voice is, because he only needs your validation, not anyone else's
he's so obsessed with your scent. like he buys your perfume in bulk, and sprays it on his sheets and pillows
" just bought a hundred bottles of your perfume. "
" yeah and now they're all sold out rae "
" that sucks cus im not sharing. "
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• ricky
boyfriend!ricky is claimed by me. no like i genuinely have him moved into my house and everything
he's the #1 kisser. like his make out game is STRONG omfg. he's literally just a natural wtf. like he doesn't even have a lot of experience, he's just so good at kissing it's wild
this man would probably try to buy you the world if you said you wanted it. but the thing about quanrui is that you could ask him for boba or something, and he'd buy you the whole franchise
whenever you're apart, he'll call you when you're about to go to sleep, and he won't even turn off the lights until he hears your soft snores
unpopular opinion—i believe that ricky is honestly really shy when it comes to you. like if you tell him that you love him, he'll get shy and clingy and while hide in the crook of your neck
his favorite thing in the world is when your laying in between his legs with your head on his chest. he'll play with your hair until you fall asleep
that's another thing about ricky; he feels guilty when he falls asleep first, because he hates the fact that you're lying awake basically alone
he's so delusional, he literally will lie in bed and plan out your wedding
" oh and your ring is gonna be soooo pretty baby "
" oh yeah? "
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• gyuvin
boyfriend!gyuvin oh god.... yes those are tears you see in my eyes 😰
gyuvin likes to mess around and tease his members, but when it comes to you he's the sweetest, softest thing you've ever met
he gets sososo shy when you compliment his on his appearance at all. no like he genuinely covers his face and gets all smiley
the members always make fun of him because whenever you're around, he turns into this giant clingy simp
he honestly is really good about communication. like he absolutely will not let you go to sleep angry
do not break up with him. if you break up with him i'm pretty sure he'd go genuinely insane. he'd also be one of those stalker exes.....
you haven't seen clingly until you've met kim gyuvin. he literally wants to be physically attached to you at all times
" no come back! "
" gyu we've been cuddling for like six hours straight?!"
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• gunwook
oh how i love boyfriend!gunwook....
gunwook is lowkey SUCH a gentleman. like if you two were on a date outside and it was sunny, he'd put a hand over your head to keep your eyes from hurting. or if your shoes were untied, he'd tie them without even thinking.
has you as his lockscreen and smiles every time he checks the time, or opens his phone ( it's a picture of you sleeping )
he buys you soooo many stuffed animals, but they're all teddy bears, and they're all named gunwook #1-#203. yeah... he really loves buying you plushies..
loves going to the arcade with you, cus he think you're so adorable when you're competitive/focused
you genuinely make him soooo happy and he smiles every time he looks at you. he could literally be having the worst day he's ever had, but the minute you walk in he has the biggest smile on his face
please compliment him or he'll cry. like your validation is a top priority, just like taerae. so if he's been working on his choreo extra and you notice, he's literally skipping around like a child
he definitely falls for your traps all the time
" do you think i look good today?? "
" yes of course baby "
" good not great? do you not even love me any more?! "
" WHAT?! "
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• yujin
boyfriend!yujin is soooo confusing.
i say this because you minute he's bullying you, and the next he's cuddled up with you on the couch watching a movie
i think that he loves and adores you so much it confuses him sometimes since you two a young, and he dosent know what to do with himself
he's not the best at expressing his feeling and you have to understand that. he sometimes feels really bad when he treats you cold, but he doesn't want to admit it
but when he's in a good mood, he treats you so well. like he honestly treats you like you're royal
he sometimes has to ask his hyungs for advice because he doesn't know how to be a boyfriend. but he really tries that's all that matters
but yet again, when he's in a good mood he's clingy and smiley and won't let you out of his grasp for more than two minutes
" where are you going? :( "
" yujin i have to go pee "
" do you REALLY have to pee? "
" uhm.... yes "
" are you sure? "
" yujin- "
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A Taste of Something New Pt. 2
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Hiiiieee.... finally I have written part 2 of this <3
I only got the motivation after i took the wrong bus back home and had to go thru a 2 hour bus trip teehee
Summary: Against his better judgement, Yuu wants to bring Azul a meaningful souvenir from the scalding sands.
Pairing: Yuu Fujisaki x Azul Ashengrotto (one-sided), Azul Ashengrotto x Jamil Viper (implied, one-sided)
Timeline: During/Post Al'ab Narya and Ch. 4. Pre Ch. 5
Notes: Azul may be OOC? Have never been good at writing him convincingly imho
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"Hmngh... hmph... mrrngh... Henchman! What's the hold up!!"
Grim calls out as he stuffs himself with another samosa, the tiny treat almost looking like a regular loaf of bread in the cat's hands. Yet, it disappears just as quickly as all the other meals and snacks he's been served. And as if that weren't enough, he had yet to be satisfied.
"I'm so sorry about all this..." Yuu mutters at one of the cooks as he hands Grim another tray of freshly baked naan bread and a bowl of baba ghannouj, knowing they'd be gone in seconds despite the agonizing hours it'd taken the Asim's staff to make the everything. Yet, the servant merely shakes his head and laughs.
"Nonesense. Seeing someone eat our food with such gusto is one of the biggest compliments a chef can get, and this isn't anything compared to what we have to prepare for our master's feasts. Please eat freely."
Yuu nods and sits down, a slight blush still dusting his cheeks. He gently takes a piece of naan as splits it, giving the other half to Grim, then dips the soft bread on the sauce, trying to get a healthy portion without spilling all over the expensive clothes.
"Hey, Yuu! Can you taste the pomegranate? I'm sure they added some juice to it!" Without waiting for Yuu to even take a bite and savor the flavor for himself, Grim shoves a pawful of baba ghannouj to his mouth, naan and all.
Goodness, cleaning Grim's fur after this will be hell on earth.
Yuu, with a few coughs, struggles to accept the food without choking. He tries to savor anything other than cat hair and the odd combination of flavors carried with them, all mixed with the baba ghannouj itself. His face turns red, and finally giving up, he chugs some lemonade from the copper cup right beside him. "Grim...! I have hands, I can feed myself." Yuu chides, still coughing a little and covering his mouth.
"But did you taste 'em?!"
"Well..." Yuu trails off, and before Grim can either throw a tantrum or shove another pawful of food into his mouth, another servant comes to the rescue. "Why not try it by itself, then? That way, you can savor the baba ghannouj with and without the naan to compare." She hands both Grim and Yuu a small spoon, and Yuu can't help but mouth off a silent 'thank you' for this small mercy he was given.
"I'm glad you decided to join me in the kitchen." Trey says as he scribbles something on his own notepad, nibbling on a cookie he now knew was called. Ma'amoul— one of Kalim's sibling's favorites. "What changed your mind?"
"Oh, you know..." Yuu shrugs "since Grim made this 'Gourmet club' up, and technically, that makes me its founder too, I'd thought it'd be nice if I contributed to it by gathering up recipes" Yuu says, nonchalantly taking a spoonful of the baba ghannouj. The taste is definitely odd... in a good way. But definitely unlike anything he'd ever had before in either Earth or Twisted Wonderland. He wondered if it would be the same for Azul.
"Why not buy a recipe book, then?"
"Do I look like the kind of person with the money to splurge on books?"
"Weelll...." Trey gives him a smirk— one Yuu had become all too familiar with in the past few months— and eyes him up and down. Of course, if anyone saw Yuu with the robes he had on now, they definitely would've thought he had the same wealth these clothes represented.
At Trey's response, Yuu gives him an unamused, sarcastic laugh and nudges him with his feet. "Hey. If I was slightly more cunning, desperate, or ungrateful, I definitely would've auctioned this off to the best bidder. But have you seen Kalim get sad?"
Trey shakes his head.
"It's heartbreaking. Believe me. And I don't wanna make him sad by selling off his gifts."
"Really? I don't think he'd mind if he knew what it was for."
"Oh yeah? And what's that?"
"Buying your crush a fancy recipe book, obviously."
"Shut up." Yuu toes his friend as Trey snickers, averting his eyes to the chai he was drinking with the cookies. "I don't even know what books he has. I could accidentally buy a duplicate. Besides, the Gourmet club..."
"Uh huh. That's totally the reason why you're here."
"If you keep at it, I'll tell Riddle of all of the Queen's Rules you've broken since we've got here."
"He won't mind. I've got boyfriend privileges."
"Oh, boo." Yuu huffs loudly and looks back down at the table, finally allowing himself to have another spoonful of the baba ghannouj. He takes his time savoring the creamy paste, "Hmn. This is great, actually." Yuu tries to take another bite, but before he even gets it, he notices that the bowl has already been scraped clean. ".... Grim?!" Yuu chastizes his pet/friend/child. "You couldn't even save me a little?"
"I saved you a spoonful!" The cat wiggles his own empty spoon around. "That's already quite generous, if I do say so myself."
"I couldn't even have it with the naan."
"Yeah you did! I gave you some!"
"No, you shoved some into my mouth. That's different."
"Meh. Same difference." Grim shrugs and moves onto the next plate of food, picking up a fork to spear up a kind of meatball. " 'Sides, I've been writing all the things I can taste down like you told me, look!" He waves over a stained piece of paper with barely anything legible in it. "See, Yuu? I'm being super nice right now!"
"Yeah. Super nice." Yuu grumbles as he turns around to look at Trey's notes, hoping he'd take pity on him and share his own findings on Scalding Sands cuisine. "Watcha got there?" He peeks at Trey's notebook, feigning innocent curiosity.
"Some dessert recipes. I don't think your loverboy may like them, though. They're very high on calories." Trey hums as he scribbles something out, then quickly crosses it out and replaces it with another note. "You may be luckier with salad and soup recipes."
"Yeah, I know." Yuu sighs and places a hand on his cheek. "But I want the recipe book to be really complete. If it's going to work as a Mostro Lounge menu reference, you know."
"Uh huh. You're such an attentive employee." Trey cracks another joke, but instead of snapping back, Yuu only deflates further, sighing once more.
"I just.... I like him a lot." He mumbles, a red tint slowly rising to his cheeks and ears. "I really want him to like it."
"I know." Trey reciprocates the sigh with another and looks back at his friend, an unsure expression on his face. Finally, after thinking it over, he gives Yuu a reassuring pat on the back. "Fine. I'll help you out with the desserts. But you'll have to ask the cooks directly for the more savory recipes."
Grim, which was just a mere seconds ago devouring a helping of H'riss, perks up at Trey's mention. "There's no need for that, henchman! I've written all the ingredients I could taste like you asked me, look!!"
Grim holds out a stained notepad proudly, all of which is filled with more chicken-scratch writing and doodles. Trey leans over and squints, taking off his glasses and putting them on again.
He turns to Yuu and raises and eyebrow, an expression which Yuu quickly shrugs off.
"Good job, Grimmy." Yuu ruffles his friend's head and smiles, taking the notepad. "Your handwriting has also gotten better."
Grim smiles proudly. "Of course! The great Grim-sama has the best handwritting in all of NRC!"
Gathering recipes from the staff was surprisingly easy once Yuu's intentions were made public. It seemed that people's secrecy over treasured family recipes was forgotten as soon as the subject of love and wooing one's crush with food was brought up.
"Of course." Yuu chuckles, Trey also stifling a snicker in the background.
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So much so, Yuu was able to fill up the entire test notebook in just that afternoon, now all he needed to do was pass on the clean writing to the one he was going to give Azul, and his gift would be complete.
At the suggestion of one of the cooks, Yuu also gathered sample-sized packets of Silk City exclusive spices and herbs, all paired up with a recipe for each. They were even kind enough to give some more expensive items like saffron for free, something he never would've been able to get with his meager budget.
"How are you feeling, Grim?" Yuu asks as he looks at his companion, all sprawled out in their guest bed after the firelit festival's celebrations.
Yuu had decided to skip over the majority of the banquet in favour of staying in his room crafting up the book, meticulously writing down each recipe by hand with as clean and clear handwriting as he could. Finally putting his childhood calligraphy classes to the test, Yuu's strokes are careful and deliberate, and he doesn't spare any details when it comes to the ornamentation of the titles of each recipe.
The ghost camera had also come in handy, each page having its own picture. Small ripples of steam could be seen wafting off some dishes, while with others, one could even smell the aroma of the items. It was, Yuu thought, something that made this recipe book stand out from the other ones he could've bought.
Surely, Azul would like this one... he hoped.
Grim, on the other hand, had spent the whole night partying with the others, and while Yuu felt a little bad by entrusting his pet-beast to Tsunotarō, he was sure it wouldn't be that much of a problem either way, given they already got along swimmingly. His friend arrived late into the night and practically flopped belly up onto the bed, making some dawn feathers fly out of the pillows.
"Mrrgh... so.... full...." Grim mumbles, his tummy completely stuffed in what Yuu could only guess would be double his body weight in food.
"Did you have fun?" Yuu asks, briefly lifting up his gaze from his writing to look at his friend, then switching his pen from one hand to the other once it got too tired.
"Yeah!!" Yuu raises a hand up. "There were... mgh... so many fireworks after the main show, and sparklers too! ... Kalim also showed us.... his monkeys n stuff." Grim says, his voice wavering from excited to dead tired with each word."
"I'm glad you did. You didn't cause any trouble in there, did you?" Yuu hums, smiling idly as he takes one of the spice packets and sticks it with some double-sided tape to the corresponding page.
"Of course not! I was... a good boy." Grim sleepily protests, then lifts his head up. "Henchman... why does the room smell so tasty? You're not hiding any snacks from me, are you??"
"Must be the spices." Yuu chuckles a bit, then unwraps a paper packet. "But I did save you some keema naan that the staff brought me for dinner."
"Yummy!" Grim, despite his apparent tiredness a few seconds ago, springs out from the bed and walks over to Yuu, sitting by his side and taking the bread in his paws. "Y'know, henchman. You should eat well too. Take this!" He says, ripping half of the naan, but Yuu shakes his head.
"It's fine. I already ate." Yuu smiles without taking his eyes off the notebook. "Besides, I could get the pages greasy."
"Hmph." Grim only shoots Yuu a look at his answer, and with a little hesitation, he eats the ripped up half along the rest.
They stay there for a few minutes, Grim chewing on his food happily while Yuu continues writing, juggling the pen between his two hands with a soft smile on his face. With a small groan, he stops only to stretch out his wrists and fingers, spinning them in slow, clockwise circles.
"... Hey, Grim?" Yuu asks as he rubs his right hand, squeezing every now and then. His voice is soft and low as he speaks, a little flustered, even. "... Do you think... Azul will like this?"
He looks down at the remaining pages, looking at the detailed instructions and intricate writing, a soft blush dusting his cheeks.
Grim stays silent for a second, mulling over his thoughts as he stares at Yuu, then clicks his tongue.
"He'd be real dumb if he didn't."
#twisted wonderland#yuu fujisaki#azul ashengrotto#twst oc#twst yuu#twst azul#azuyuu#yuuazu#twst grim#grim twst#fanfic stuff#writing stuff#i love grimmy sm#uuh idk if i should tag trey he has just a minor role
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Love game (Vox x female OC)
Chapter 3
Isabel stood in front of the old, red, rusting Hotel. Just as she was about to knock on the door. A blond, cute and overall positive woman opened the door. “I am Isabel, I don't know how I got into hell and could use some help.” She sopped. “Oh, don't worry, there is always a place for a lost soul. I am Charlie.” She smiled, hugged her and seemed happier than everyone. Oh, yes! Vox told her Charlie was a sunshine and naive, it's not that hard to manipulate her. Isabel thought. “Uhhh, I need to introduce you to our family.” She exclaimed excited.
Alastor - A deer like demon and hotelier. Everyone seems intimidated by his presence.
Angel dust-porn star, famous very horny and masking. He would understand her, they went through the same things in a different setting
Charlie – Sunshine and rainbows, way too happy for hell. Naive.
Husk-Barkeeper, seemed pretty smart but wouldn't be to be manipulated easily
Sir Pentiuos- Not as powerful but had deep-rooted desire for friends
Nifty-small, clean, crazy
Vaggie- instantly distrusted Isabel, never smiles except for Charlie but seemed to support her no matter what.
This would be a challenge.
“What do you guys do all day?” Isabel asked intimidated. “In the morning, we usually work on redemption and trying to become a better person. After that some go to work, go to Husk at the bar or work in the hotel.” Charlie almost screamed while laughing, happier than any human has ever been. “So nice, what do you eat normally?” Isabel asked, her stomach growling. “Normally everybody grabs something,” Charlie explained, scratching her head. “Let me cook something, since everybody has something to do and every exercise is done. Let me help.” Isabel smiled nervously. “Of course, Alasitor, help our new guest please.” Suddenly a tall figure appeared behind you, he had claws, deer like hair and the biggest smile on his face. “I've seen you before?” Isabel thought. She couldn't quite remember exactly what happened on her first night, but the demon looked familiar. “Pleased to meet you, darling.” He smiled. After your brief introduction, Vaggie pulled Charlie aside, her eyes killing you. “How can you get any kind of food here?” Isabel asked. “We could take a stroll, but for now you can leave it to me.” With a snap, the whole kitchen was equipped and food appeared right in front of your face. “Wow impressive, I assume you're vegetarian? Since you resemble a deer.” Alastor glared at her. “Why dear. In my days, hunting was really normal. I was pretty skilled.” As the last words left his mouth, the surrounding air heated up, the lights began to flicker and his face turned dark. He is intimidating, know I understand why Vox wants me to keep an eye on him, Isabel thought. She forced a smile on her face. “ I have never hunted before. The paparazzi always hunted me.” She confessed. Alastor laughed, “Oh dear, I couldn't be this bad, couldn't it?” Now her face turned pale, thinking about how many times she was stalked and harassed made her sick. “How did you survive your first night, darling?” Alastor deflected. “ I just ran into someone who gave me a job and a place to stay.” Isabel answered truthfully, thinking about her previous night with Vox, he was really caring. “Convenient” Alastor exclaimed. Together they cooked a balanced dinner with fresh meat, raw meat for the radio demon, a bunch of different vegetables and fruits. The whole hotel crew feasted on their home cooked meal. Charlie loved it, Angledust was horny as always, Husk smiled, nifty couldn't stop eating, Sir pentious was happy and praised the food. Vaggie, however, stayed quit and glared at her.
“You are a really great addition to our team.” Charlie fangirled. This made her smile, no one has ever been so cheerful in her presence and meant it. “I love to help, maybe you can help me someday to go back to earth.” Charlies eyes grew bigger. “How is earth right now?” She asked curiously.
“Right now? I don’t know if it´s getting better or worse. So many people fight and hate each other, the real beauty is forgotten. But to be able to travel anywhere you want is actually amazing. I am sure you would love the sun, beaches, galas and stars.” Isabel answered Charlie's happiness was addicting. Charlie smiled. They tidied up, everybody seemed to go their way. Alastor showed you your. It was small, but it had character. With some pictures and cool pillows, it would be very comfortable, she thought. After that, he also left, she could leave after they did all their funny games. She waited a couple of days before leaving the hotel at night. Vox lost his mind. He covered every centimeter of hell with cameras, except for the hotel. Not seeing his obsession made him sick. He gave you into the claws of his enemy. Until she left the hotel one night, she looked so stunning. It was way too long since they have last seen each other. The chokehold she had on him was unbelievable.
She went downhill and as soon as she wasn't right next to the hotel, Vox appeared. “Long time no see.” He greeted her and kissed her hand. “Vox, how are you?” She asked him as they walked into the night. “Ah you know the usual, work, Velvet, Valentino. Nothing special.” He smiled. “I love seeing you again. Hell can be exhausting. It's refreshing to have someone like you around.” He admitted. They tried to vanish into the crowed. Some demons looked around to attack the couple. “Oh, she looks like fresh meat.” They murmured with their predatory smiles.
They cornered Vox and Isabel. “Gentleman, I am sure you don’t want to get into a fight with me.” He buzzed. As they came closer, his left eye started changing, his smile grew bigger, and he shoved you gently behind his back. The gang of demons turned away immediately, hypnotized. “Let's get out of here.” Vox whispered. The rest of the walk was uneventful, Isabel tried to vanish in Vox´s shadow. Vox towered her and made sure she was under his protection. “Finally.” He stretched when they entered his apartment. They sat down, Vox purred both of them a drink. They caught up on the events that they missed. As the night continued, they climbed up the rooftop. “I really missed that.” Vox confessed. “What did you miss, the company or the view?” She shot back playfully before continuing, “I missed our conversations too Vox, the hotel is great, but this is something different.” Isabel admitted.
At that moment, Vox's internal conflict became palpable. He wanted to taste her lips, get a taste of how their intimacy would be. Vox restrained himself, he was a master manipulator, always in control. H e wanted her closeness, but only if she desired him as well. Vox tried to get some space in-between them. She was caught in Vox's magnetic field of desire, the energy between them was growing. Shivers ran down her spine. She looked at him seductively. Her face painted in a light blue shine.”Blue suits you.”He whispered. “Thank you for saving me.” Isabel replied. He tucked her hair behind her hair. She took his claw and gave it a small kiss, looked up and gave him a Hollywood smile. At this moment she could see the electricity shooting through his body, his eye glitching a little. “You know, Vox, sometimes it's good to let loose.” She whispered, while Vox became stiff under her touch.
“Chaos can be beautiful.” Isabel added her smile made his world lit up. “I really don't want you to go back there.” Vox admitted. “Vox, you are the one who wanted me there.” At this moment, he knew it was too late to kiss her. Or was it? She turned away from him and faced the breathtaking view from the roof. A shy smile appeared on her face. “Oh, I think I need to go. I don't wanna cause any trouble.” She faced him, “Thank you, Vox.” She smiled, hugged the Overlord a little bit longer than adequate, and left smiling. Vox repaid her smile, it was genuine. He walked her to the hotel. “You wanna come back tomorrow? Or whenever you want.” He asked with a hint of shyness, before he turned on his best PR- smile. Isabel, not wanting to cause any commotion, went back to the hotel. As she entered, Angle sat on the couch. “Had a long night, Sugar?” He asked playfully. “Kinda.” Isabel replied. “You're dating someone.” He asked half-heartedly whilst scrolling on his phone. She chuckled and left into her room.
Authors Note: I would love to hear some feedback. Also, I am so excited for tonight's episode. Thank you so much for all the love. It means the world to me.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#hazbin vox#hazbin hotel vox#vox x reader#hazbin charlie#hazbin hotel fandom
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IMW Bonus Chapter: Happy New Year! Happy Birthday?!
It's Ace's Birthday! Have a Isekai'd to the Modern World Bonus Chapter!!!
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Watching the new years celebration on the TV, Ace grinned. It wasn’t like the New Years celebration on the Moby Dick, but he was finding it just as enjoyable as the crowd counted the seconds down. Clocks weren’t exactly as accurate in his world and there were often discrepancies of a few minutes from clock to clock. To say nothing of the various time zones they crossed as they sailed all around the New World. Here, he wasn’t traveling, he wasn’t constantly changing time zones and hundreds of digital clocks and cell phones were all set to the same exact time, not a second of difference. Finally the sounds of people shouting ‘Happy New Year’ filled the air both outside as people partied out on their porches or from your neighbors who were, likely, watching the same channel as you. Grinning like a mad man, he knocked back the beer you’d given him, chugging it in one go like he so often had aboard the Moby Dick. It was a minute or two after the official change that you turned to him with a rather large smile.
“So, what do you think about your first New Years here?” you asked with a small giggle, enjoying seeing his smile.
“It’s one hell of a celebration, but it’s still got nothin’ on the party on Pops’ ship!” Ace declared with a chuckle, making you shake your head.
“Well I didn’t expect it to be like back in your world. You were part of a crew of 1,600 people and had super powers. You could probably set off fireworks a thousand times better, if you weren’t just shooting your powers into the sky and making them explode.” you said, rolling your eyes and playfully shoving him, making him laugh.
“Nah, nothin’ like that. Marines never rested, even on New Years. Fireworks would be like sending up a signal. Pops may have been the strongest in the world, but he didn’t take unnecessary risks like that. A bunch of drunk pirates? Sounds like an easy target to me.” he explained, still grinning, “But Thatch would cook up the biggest feast and we’d mess around wrestling or making stupid bets. It was great!” Ace said as he got up to go grab another beer. As much as he was enjoying himself and enjoyed reminiscing, it did still bring a pang to his chest.
“Alright, well just you wait until your birthday, I’ll go all out! I’ll make it a celebration worthy of a Whitebeard Pirate, whether or not we have 1,600 people!” you challenged, wanting to give him a celebration worth really celebrating.
Ace hesitated for a moment as he looked down at his beer. Was it a good thing he’d been born? It was a question he’d asked himself constantly back in his world. Son of Roger, trash, demon child. But he wasn’t the son of Roger here, or, well, he was, but being the son of some unknown guy didn’t mean shit here. Roger wasn’t an infamous criminal here, if he told someone he was the son of Roger, nobody would care.
“Then you have 24 hours to make today the best birthday ever.” Ace said softly, giving you an uncertain smile as you looked at him in shock.
“Today? Your birthday is today?” you asked, watching as he nodded.
“I turn 21.” He said with a grin. You pouted as you crossed your arms, already deep in thought of what to do. You’d need last minute gifts, cooking a large dinner yourself was probably out since you’d have other things that would need doing, you wouldn’t be able to make any reservations for anything special.
“Well just you watch, I’ll still make it amazing! Last minute or not!” you declared determinedly. You could do this! You would do this!
While you might have stayed up all night for the change of the new year, you knew you couldn’t sleep in if you were going to make Ace’s birthday spectacular, getting up early and starting on your preparations. Sure, a lot of places wouldn’t be open or open late today, but there was plenty you could still do. Ace, on the other hand, was still quite clearly snoring away in his room, making you smile. With each day, you’d grown fonder and fonder of the boy, wanting to make him happy even if there was a lot you couldn’t do. Looking in your fridge, you smiled, breakfast was the perfect place to start and you’d stocked up on food for New Years, so you had more than enough for a large breakfast. Bread, meat, eggs, what else should you make? No matter what you made, you had to find a way to make at least some of it spicy, the boy seemed to love spice levels that were by no means normal.
It was some time later that Ace sleepily shuffled out of his room, immediately following the smell of food, grinning when he laid eyes on the table where you were still piling food.
“Morning. This for me?” Ace asked, making you spin around and grin.
“Well, you always seem like a bottomless pit, so I thought, for your birthday, I’d make as much as you’d like.” you said, watching his eyes twinkle as he sat at the table, putting his cheek in his hand as he watched you finish up. As soon as you’d sat down, the boy was digging in, eyes lighting up before shoveling the food in his mouth, making you wonder if he was actually tasting any of it or if he was swallowing it before it could properly hit his tongue. Still, he seemed to be enjoying it, a large smile on his face any time he wasn’t shoveling food in it. You weren’t a chef like Thatch was, you weren’t some professional cook, but something about your food had Ace wondering who was the better cook in the back of his mind.
Almost as soon as he was done with breakfast, you were pushing him into the bathroom for a shower so you could go out. You had a few stores you were going to take him to for birthday gifts, you wanted to give him time to enjoy any games he might buy, lunch at what had become his favorite restaurant, and there was a laser tag place that you thought he might like. After that, it should be time for dinner, you could buy a cake, and then it would be time to unwind from the day. Yeah, you had a plan! Walking into your room, you quickly threw on something that would be good for the activities you had planned before grabbing your phone to check your bank account. You were pretty sure you had enough for today, but trying to outdo a group of infamous pirates wouldn’t be cheap, meaning you’d have to double check. Checking the numbers, you nodded, you’d be fine. The rest of the month would be tight, but it would be worth it to make it a day to remember for Ace.
You wondered where the boy got his energy, seemingly fine after the day you’d had as you both reclined on the couch, watching a movie. You, on the other hand, were exhausted, leaning more and more into the soft cushions, not even paying attention to the movie. It was something Ace had put on after dinner, a little tired from the day’s events but clearly not as worn as you were. Perhaps it came from being a pirate. He worked hard all day under a hot sun, it was probably a pretty physically exhausting job, just to come here and find things a lot different. Perhaps it wasn’t surprising that you were out like a light not 5 minutes later, Ace chuckling when your body fell against his, head resting on his shoulder. The lengths you’d gone to for him today were nothing short of astounding, making him smile at you. Not even a day’s notice and you’d somehow put together a full day of fun, only collapsing after dinner and cake. There was no way you weren’t dead tired. Looking down at you, Ace brushed some hair out of your face before pulling you into a more comfortable position.
“Thanks, Y/n. I think this is the best birthday yet. It might not have been as big, but I haven’t once wondered all day if I should be here, if I deserve everything you’ve done for me. You don’t know how much that means to me… how much you mean to me.” Ace said softly, hesitating for a moment before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead, “Maybe… if I’m still here next year… we can do this again? You don’t need to do anything extravagant for me, this was more than enough.” stopping the movie, he picked you up, carrying you to your room and tucking you in. It was the first time all day that he’d felt an aching in his chest. He wanted to spend next year with you too, but what if he found a way home? Perhaps that was a thought for another day. You’d be sad if you knew he was upset on his birthday, especially after you went to such lengths for him. So for now, he’d wave the thoughts off for another day. Today was his birthday and for the first time ever, he didn’t question his existence even once.
#one piece#one piece ace#fire fist ace#portgas d ace#ace x reader#fire fist ace x reader#portgas d ace x reader#op ace#Isekai'd to the modern world series#IMW series
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Things that I think would happen if Bucky dated a latina!reader
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1. He would learn Spanish for you.
This feels like a given because he loves you and will do anything for you but the shocking part is that he catches really quickly and is pretty fluent early on. However, he would get words mixed up every now as does everyone learning a new language. This then leads to some unfortunate situations for you two where you have to explain that he didn't mean whatever he accidentally said. The most recent and biggest mix-up of them all, however, is when he was picking up your mom from lunch with her friends and he introduced himself as "Soy Bucky, el esposo de Y/N." He didn't even notice at first but when your mom gasped and hit his shoulder, he immediately realized that he'd said he was your husband and not your boyfriend. All of the women were very upset that they hadn't been invited to the wedding and that your mom kept it a secret. The following text convo happens the moment you get off the phone with your mom.
Afterwards, your dad gets in on it too, telling Bucky that the Muñez women are nothing if not persistent and if he wants to get your mom off his back, he needs to make it real.
"Si tienes una pregunta importante que hacerme, este es el tiempo," he tells your poor mortified boyfriend as he gets ready to hang up. Unbeknownst to you though, he did in fact ask if he could have lunch with your dad later that week where he does ask that important question.
2. We've established that he loves Mexican food however I'm expanding his love to all Latin American food and he will learn how to make your culture's food as a token of his love for you.
He knows how important food is to your family and you've done so much for him so he wants to learn how to cook to show you how appreciative he is of you. I don't see him as a person who likes making big romantic gestures or getting you elaborate gifts because he doesn't need those very public displays to prove that he loves you. He does that every day in the small ways that he cares for you. I see him as someone who spoils you every single day with flowers, coffee, notes, you know all of the cute little things so learning how to cook feels very much like a Bucky thing to do.
He enlists the help of your tías and your abuelas because he wants it to be a surprise to not only you but your parents as well. Granted your parents already love him because he learned Spanish for you but this would be the cherry on top. He would forever be their favorite son-in-law after they come over for dinner and he's made an entire feast of delicious food without your help.
3. When he goes to visit your family in your home country with you, that's where he proposes.
It's the cutest thing ever and he has everyone in on it. This is obviously after he called himself your husband so it shouldn't be a shocker but it surprises you nonetheless. He takes you out early in the morning so it's just the two of you and you can watch the sunrise together. He managed to convince everyone to stay away from the two of you and had your favorite cousin plan a little surprise engagement party for when you got back. It's literally the cutest and sweetest thing ever and you're both bawling your eyes out when he gets down on one knee. He says the entire thing in Spanish which makes you cry even harder and it's just perfect.
#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes fic#marvel imagine#latina reader#latina#bucky x latina reader#latina reader x bucky
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Just finished writing a 9 page essay analyzing Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein (WILD stuff in there)!! could you please do headcanons with an Essek-Caleb-Reader poly and a Beau-Yasha-Reader poly about them celebrating their S/O reaching a big goal like that? Thank you!
Fandom: Critical Role
Character(s): Essek, Caleb, Beau, Yasha
Note(s): God I remember analyzing the book in High school and just filling it with sticky notes and having to highlight various things. (fuck I had to do that for The Odyssey over my winter break and I think my brain melted for the rest of the year)
Essek-Caleb Poly
Well these two are both in love with annotating books and rereading specific passages (and they would use sticky notes or buy a second copy to highlight and write in).
But they also know how stressed you've been with your own essay you're going through so they try not to talk about how fun annotating is when you're stessing out.
When you finish it, Caleb gives you a nice pat on the head while Essek is making some tea to help you relax and decompress after all of that.
If you'd like then Caleb would be willing to read through the annotation essay you wrote just to double check or correct any misspellings or such. He is a teacher and has experience with that.
But as a reward, Caleb is happy to whisk you away to his tower with Essek and make the biggest, softest bed for you three to cuddle and relax in. There are cats also on the bed that purr and knead and are being as cute as possible too.
Beau-Yasha Poly
God Beau has had to read boring books and do her own annotating at the Cobalt Soul so often that she fucking hates it.
She knows what you're doing and says she'll get you some good wine because you're need it. Yasha promises to cook you the tastiest rabbit you've ever had. There's some very yummy spider leg kababs on the side too.
So once you've done your essay, you're awarded with the grandest of feasts from Yasha while Beau really did go all out with the best wine.
It's a very weird meal, but you're used to Yasha's diet and cooking at this point. At least the vegetables are from the garden.
And afterwards, after some interesting magic cupcakes that Jester had given you all the last time she came over, Yasha pulls you both to bed to be in the warmest cuddle pile.
Taglist:
@unhelpfulnpc
#Anonymous#critical role x reader#caleb widogast x reader#yasha nydoorin x reader#beauregard lionett x reader#essek thelyss x reader#yasha x reader#beau x reader#beauregard x reader#essek x reader
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#37! Would your OC ever attempt to cook a romantic meal for a partner or prospective partner? How successful and/or funny would this end up being in reality?
Since you didn't specify, IN ORDER:
Raine would try. She's not a GREAT culinarian though, and she knows her limits, so what she'd probably actually do is recruit the help of either the House Fortemps staff or House Borel's steward and housekeeper, and she'd limit her personal involvement to making a dessert or after-dinner sweet. It'd be a very nice little production and the biggest risk is that some kind of emergency will pop up to drag either her or Aymeric away in the middle of it.
X'khal would not have the first idea. Any romantic meal he's involved in would be a conspiracy between Gabrielle, Lyngsath and the staff of the Bismarck. He'd be embarrassed if he realized it was supposed to be romantic, maybe don't tell him.
Meiyi's idea of a romantic meal is "I hunted and killed this boar for us to cook while we're camping, to show how well I can provide for you since you are a hopeless nerd." Which she probably did more than once in the early days of her and Aldo's partnership. He gets to return the favor and impress all the Dotharl by hunting some huge steppe creature for a feast during the meet the fam stage of Stormblood.
...I don't really want to know what a romantic meal for Asher and Astarion would look like, do you?
#ffxiv#baldur's gate 3#oc: raine d'arcy#oc: x'khal leonhart#oc: meiyi dotharl#oc: asher sterling#ask meme#petitfarron#thank you for the ask ❤️
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X2 ~ Eulogy of a Deadman
Reference ~ No Future ~ ♪"Moje More"♪
Gathering of black-donned Crew gathered around a small row boat. Coffin and flowers scattered in array alongside a Tricorne placed toppled delicately, with a picture-frame of a departed. Awaiting pyre and send-off into the open seas.
First to speak was a Sea Maiden, and Counselor, Slafhota, whose hands clung together to keep from shaking holding a steep-burden. Prayers left to shambles. “He came to me in need. Seeking help, believing he was the biggest-screw up this realm has ever seen. But the-fact is his feet braved, open to my waters. He demonstrated conviction most wouldn’t achieve. Especially a pirate-nonetheless… I failed him. The depths of my words didn’t reach in-time.” Empathy writhed upon her visage, her shoulder gently tapped and escorted.
Changing positions. The Wildwood, Zieton, took the stage. “Didn’t care about the heady-pirate at-first. Loud, often obnoxiously-so, crude and boisterously-confident. But you couldn’t change-or-shake the fact at his core. He was genuine, it was obvious, wanting to remove people from misfortune. He would’ve gone to any-lengths to achieve that. Acquiring the world’s burden to retrieve.” Despite his rather-cool demeanor compared to others. His voice-quaked rivers, “My faith soon became… Was the desire, towards seeing him succeed.” Pushed off from the center, a commotion-irritated Raen, Sol ‘Nan’ Akami forged his way.
A ruckus darted-forth, broken-pitch quivering in a bark. Held back by two-other burly men, “Y-You cheeky feline-rat! Damn you!! I won’t forgive this! For leaving me the only survivor! YOU COWARD! WHO'S GONNA BE RESTORATION TO MY DESTRUCTION? I-I CAN’T RULE THE SEAS WITHOUT YOU!” Despite being once a deadly-foe and former enemy, he was broken-heart, that toughness and his often-jokester personality was removed. This was a brother’s grief. Even if not spoken-soon enough or heard in return often, it couldn’t sway their place from another. Fetching his pistol from holster, wanted to shoot that smug-face of the Seeker. But was deterred-away and seized from it, carried off.
Small-lalafell, Me-Me, walked in replacement. “Mr.Hat was cool. I liked playing with him and pulling lots of pranks! Although he seemed angry with me a lot, I never felt like I wasn’t welcome and that’s something which made me really happy.” Talking more simply before rushing off to never show-glimpses of her sorrow. She was often the touted-indomitable demon no one could conceive or fathom.
Giant-burly, Hellsguard stomped the ground, dragging feet. Intense-fire often consumed him, now tears streaming down which doused him internally. “...I was fine living my peace, retreated from all. Never again knowing what glory would taste-like. Gave up on my ambition never knowing what I could achieve that’d make me feel-complete. Believing I could defeat-any adversity too easily. Then a broken-armed pirate showed up, kicking my door open and stepped on my cooked feast! Telling me so effortlessly, “Old-man, we’re going on a journey!” That brat-of-a-kid… Took me from my holed-in-solitude and forced me out to experiences. I-thought extinguished! …As I began sailing with you-lot, I started understanding what it means again, live-to-see. He made a believer-in-me and I will carry his dream for me with remaining eternity. With honor… To become a King among the Living. I see it now, that meaning… It’s the only King without a crown required, or throne and validation needed. You become it by simply being, and all your fellows, are your subordinates worthy to seize, there are truly no-enemies when freed.” Placing a hand-on-his-heart and burning against flesh, making an impactful scar of Captain’s memory. Symbolically carrying, fire of the deceased but more importantly… The Will.
Casta who wrote his stories up to now and escapades, charting his Tales as a diary. She stumbled and couldn’t deter from whimpering. Taking moments before, “Long-ago, he saved me as a little-girl. I was enslaved, by a violent-father, at-least for what he bought me as. Yet Captain relinquished me, Brought me into the home-environment of another family altogether. He changed my life-around instantly. Became inspired, and so I wrote. Swore, I’d repay him! A hero-unsung for all to read… I studied-medical and medicinal means to bring relief like he did to a young-broken unguided soul. I helped his kind out, the pirates, crooks, outcasts, the one’s often shunned away because of their appearance. Who are we, to discriminate against what someone’s cover is? Doesn’t seem to be valid. The pages-written behind the cover, typically resides the part that matters. Summers-later. We convened by happenstance, fate-string tugged our way.” She changed-attitude becoming cheerful and happy recounting.
“I got to meet him again! To mend to the best of my abilities. But in-the-end I couldn’t relieve him of great-injuries. Hurt to see him linger, pain stricken. …More than you could know. After-what-happened, I didn’t see myself anymore being useful, I sank below. Yet, always greets people with a infectious-smile. Telling me, “Casta, it’s because ye b’ th’ most human, is what reminds all ov’ us monsters or otherwise, what to still-be.” And suddenly I-felt again uplifted and at peace. E-Everytime! Everytime, I almost wanted to give-up on myself or this life. He took my wrists gently, the handsome rogue jumped in after me either in shallow-infested or shark-filled waters! EVERYTIME. Until, I couldn’t do anything left, but finally, see what he saw. My own-irreplaceable-worth. There’s no one-like that level of heroic-deed— only fantasy. Wouldn’t ever think he was capable-of-that, he was always going to surprise you.” Again her emotions-changed like thunder, now fury took over. First-time she spoke-loudly, and up for her-self or another, she used to be the most silent-timid. Now she had become a lioness for preserved memory.
“It’s unfair Thal’s balls! Why are the one’s born in Twelve’s favor or God’s boon, get every recognition, praise, but first-ones to retreat from history?! Why are they the ones remembered for legendary acts but one’s who’ve been here every-day Sun to Moon with every single-breath they are making our life-flourish forth, civilizations ushering, by giving new generations education, hand-outs in their most timely-need, not given the same?” Her fist-sledgehammered down on the podium. “You were the best of them. My sailor hero!” She left with anguished remorse gritting teeth.
The arranging-voices heard so far and the imprint placed. The departed-soul managed to imprint on them that made their nature’s be thwarted.
Unlikely a Noble, Lord Shiro Elune, of pristine-white but with a black-flower on his suit, drew up with elegance bearing all-the-markings of regality. “We were sworn-beings always at odds. I massacred his Crew when we first-met, afterall. He couldn’t overcome our gaps and the league of power I had over him. He was flawed. From ideologies, stances, ethics. The scoundrel was determined more than any I ever met. He opposed anything with boldness, a charismatic charm that made you want to cheer for him. A showman. Spotlight that he shared with, overtime... You would-recognize; against any dismay. Among history, perhaps, the greatest failure. But because of that, is why many could-identify themselves with him, whether they wished, or knew not…”
He showed-a-former, scoff of superiority, “P-fft wasn’t anyway, I could be factored in with the everyday and mundane… You all reeked with insecurities, you’re all leeches, parasites, complain and whimper about what you were born-with or not, making excuses as handicaps. Yet when I visited you in the Brumes, or your piss-covered environments, your legs-unmoved, all-you-walk, as if-you're-not losers! Hand-outs are what most of you commoners want fed. You dream-too-big, too vastly that it taints and pollutes all you come in-contact with. You demand-validation from your peers; despite knowing it’s an echo-chamber and your sentimental words and beliefs, ushering so foolishly, brazenly, you’re certain of yourselves among that group of fellow-collected sheep's! Listen, you'll never-amount to anything or anyone truthfully! Imbeciles, you cannot-deter history! You cannot change Hierarchy or Order! No matter how free you are. You aren’t saints, protagonists of stories, or Warriors of Light nor of Night, exceptionally never will-be anything but fodder for the ones who rule iron-supreme.” At this point-everyone attending booed demanding him-off stage and was irritated at this pompous Keeper who distinguished himself-above so highly.
“...However.” A twist was coming as the mob-was-overwhelmingly on the verge of rioting at a most unholy-timing.
Clear and loud with authority. “I will admit my former notion was this; once a time. Yet this heathen behind, single-handedly changed all-these thoughts of certainties and brought questions back to them!”
The crowd stopped, dumbfounded. Hanging on every-word this Noble Lord demonstrated. “Yes. Indeed I’d consider him no-longer an enemy. Although, I won our encounters often. He had defeated me too without being seen. Changing-my-perception. I acted impulsively, dishonored duels, acted on arrogant-egotistical-means I harbored and sheltered as deceitful pride. I thought, everything I did was-justifiably, fact. Groomed to be-placed above an echelon, higher-than-all who sees. But I fell from grace, my fiance and child even forsake my name upon their lips. When I failed these-ways, I had no idea how to handle it… That accursed-man with a golden crest, oh, he knew… He always knew, fought against my sake or for it, inconceivably! Now I stand upon this wake. I say! Honor him greatly and openly. You’ve proven, Noble, friend.” The regal-man did the unthinkable act. Others wouldn’t believe it. Taking a kneel before the burial-site. Lowering his head-to-ground level. Relinquishing his former-rapier that shared connection between the-two souls and beneath the Tricorne hat-of-the-former wielder.
Thought and believed, Forever Destined.
Tears-bellowed out from the crowd, moved once again.
Diamond-encrusted tear crystals fell from the eyelids of the Keeper.
Further attenders close to the departed gave their speeches. Until the last Crewmate was brought up, Judas Caesar the First Crewmate who had deep-personal history off-and-on, back and forth chemistry.
Tear-stained-eyes, looking once again like a battered-prince, who lost his entire-Kingdom. "...I" He couldn't get any words to wind.
Despite owning that affinity.
You could-practically hear a heart-pitch whining from his throat.
"I-loved him. Wish I got a chance to say it, more things, left to the endless space. ...There was-no one else, I felt that strongly about, a soul-mate of the seas, could really only say. Promised me we'd get to my destination of my former-origins so-early on, made my dream's inked on his own sleeve, he was a different-type of cat, no pun-intended. See... When we got on the right-pace, all-things-aligned, I never felt like I wasn't at home." He empathized every-memory so fondly and vividly.
"I did a lot of damage to him, we've our past, never out of disdain, hatred-made. His commitments and expectations placed on himself were deeper than ravines, those scars-any saw him with. Was type of guy, who never met any diversity or challenge too big for him. Even marooned, castaway, left on land, forced to survive and thrive. He always recovered the meaning to breathe, and taught others how too as well. As you've seen today... All that's, possibly, left now."
"Rest ever Free."
"Captain Of These Seas."
An-arrow was emitted from springing bow-string for the last-blaze, as the ship was left to go burning, on and on, in lovely-blues, to hopefully find peace, the discovery he desired to always seek.
#Bark#FFxivWrite2023#ffxivwrite2023#-Captain Kuro Solaire#Slafhota#Sol Akami#Gark#Lord Shiro Elune#Casta#Zieton Luiard XII#Me-Me Worthy#Judas Caesar#Tales of Goldbrand#Creative Writing#I should've known#Never meant to be.#FFXIVWrite
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Headcanons for Clay (please note that I haven't watched Chronicles, only Showdown):
Bi-romantic grey-ace.
Being called stupid (especially due to his accent) is one of his biggest pet peeves. He's actually quite intelligent, though he's not exactly studious most of the time. Still, if something captures his interest (like animals), he'll read about it in his spare time.
He's slow to truly anger, but if you betray him, he's slow to forgive, too. (This is why he's so hard on Jesse and Raimundo.)
When he first started getting inklings about his Wushu element, "It's Chinese in origin," didn't cross his mind, and he went to Native groups on college campuses to see if they knew anything about it.
He can feel earthquakes, even way deep down, and it took quite a while before they didn't alarm him every time he felt a tremor.
He's fluent in Spanish.
Before becoming a Xiaolin warrior, he had interest in becoming a vet or environmental biologist.
Clay does a barbecue for the temple every year for the occasion of the Super Bowl. He and Rai get into an argument every year about which sport is the real football. He doesn’t care much about the halftime or commercials, and uses that time to tackle/wrestle with people, or to make more snacks.
He is completely unbothered by the myriad of smells that livestock produce. (He is also unbothered about smelling like them, himself.)
He shaves once a week, on Sundays, and he gets pretty scraggly by Saturday. He’ll shave in the middle of the week for special occasions, but then lets it all grow out until the following Sunday, so sometimes there’s more than a week’s growth on his cheeks and chin. His facial hair is light brown. Also, he uses an old fashioned barber’s kit, with the hand-mixed foam and the straight edge razor. Not even replica old-fashioned. It’s a shaving set that’s been passed down a few generations. His grandpa called the blade ‘Elizabelle,’ but Daddy Bailey did no such thing, and neither does Clay. Out loud.
Cooking for people is his biggest love language.
His earliest memory is toddling about on the ranch, then sitting down in the mud and playing with it.
He and Omi's favorite movie to watch together is Shanghai Noon.
He can (and does) make sandballs that functions like snowballs.
His parents got divorced when he was little, and while he loves his mama dearly, he also resented her for a long time for leaving. He had to split his attention between watching Jesse, learning how to work on and run the ranch (which, let’s face it is a tough and isolating job), going to school, and then coming into his powers. It was a lot to put on the shoulders of a boy.
Being the Dragon of Earth, Clay is the most balanced of the team, and it shows in how stable he is, in general. Level-headed, calm, full of that stoic cowboy advice. But it also shows in how he balances his love of meat and being a rancher with his love of animals. His love of one does not diminish his love of the other, even though those two parts of him seem like they might be at odds with each other.
Thanksgiving might not be a holiday celebrated in every country in the world, but you’d better believe that Clay makes an entire Thanksgiving feast for the Temple on the fourth Thursday of every November. Turkey with apple stuffing (on the side), ham, pork ribs, garlic mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, candied yams, non-candied yams, string bean casserole, French beans with slivered almonds, cranberry sauce, heaps of bread rolls, and at least five varieties of pie. He’s always willing to add to the menu, but you will have to strike him dead before he ever removes anything.
Clay does not have a typical "athletic build". He’s a strongman, a lumberjack, a quarterback. His core is ripped, and it’s padded with fat, and he can bench press all the other monks at the same time. As an adult, this just becomes more pronounced. He would win at caber toss. He would give John Henry a run for his money. Strong of chin, thicc of build.
How Clay addresses non-blood women and girls: “Darlin’“ - I know you, I like you, we’re close. “Li’l lady” - We’re friends, but not necessarily close. (Will sometimes call close friends this, just so he’s not too repetitive.) Also used for younger women/children, even if he doesn’t know them well. “Ma’am” - We’re strangers / I don’t like you / I don’t trust you. Also used for older women.
His affinity to Earth goes beyond control of the element. He's also an environmentalist and is against oil drilling and fracking (despite being a Texan). He wants the Earth to be whole and healthy, and that goes for her waters and air, too.
Hey hello? Amazing. Just amazing. Hey if you got more or an idea for Clay's arc once I post the plot intro, keep em coming please.
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Thanksgiving with the Detectives
Pairing: Connor RK800 x HumanMale!Reader
Word Count: 986
Summary: It’s been a couple of years since the android uprising, and life has started to feel normal again. Y/n and Connor have convinced Hank to let them host Thanksgiving at his house since he has the biggest kitchen of them. Hank relishes the feelings that Connor and Y/n bring to him in what are usually his lowest moments.
Warnings: Alcohol consumption
A/N: Happy Holidays, Everybody! Enjoy the first scheduled story of the month.
Sumo’s bark boomed at the two young men as they entered the old home. Chuckling to themselves as their arms full of food raise above their heads, they weave around the dog and towards the kitchen.
“Sumo! Quiet!” Hank yells as he comes down the hall towards the other two. “You’re late.”
“Connor took at least ten minutes to pick out the perfect bag of potatoes. He also insisted we buy a knucklebone for Sumo. So, we had to wait in the long line at the butcher,” Y/n smiles, unloading the bags onto the counter.
Connor was already kneeling in front of the large dog, treat held out to Sumo.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Sumo,” He whispered, unintentionally loud enough for the other two to hear.
“Are you kidding me? Connor, are you going to help us, or are you going to hang out with Sumo all night?” Hank calls from the kitchen.
“Coming, Detective,” Connor responds, turning and stalking away from the dog that was now too distracted to bother them while cooking.
Connor walks into the kitchen to the backs of Hank and Y/n busy at work. Hank's arms were in the kitchen sink, preparing the turkey and Y/n was peeling potatoes over the open garbage can. He cleanly rolled up his white button-up’s sleeves and set to work, opening the many cans of green beans and cream of mushroom soup. The trio moved around the senior detective's kitchen with ease as they continued cooking.
As soon as Hank dropped the bowl of turkey scraps in front of Sumo, the large dog in feasting. He sits at the head of the table, Y/n, and Connor on either side of him. There was no plate in front of Connor, just a glass of Thirium. Hank grumbled, shifting in his seat.Y/n bumped Hank’s arm with a bowl of mashed potatoes. He hummed at the man to his right in thanks.
“So, Detective,” Connor starts towards the oldest man after sipping from his glass.
Y/n notices how the blue liquid clings to the corners of Connor’s lips, missing his own mouth with a spoonful of mashed potatoes. He wiped his cheeks as Connor continued, seemingly not noticing his friend's fumble. Hank noticed, he always did.
“About the case. I was looking at your notes about the killer’s signature and I noticed-”
Connor is interrupted by Y/n’s laughter and Hank’s gruff voice, “Kid, that’s not something you talk about during Thanksgiving dinner.”
Connor's ring flashes orange and his cheeks flush blue before returning to their normal colors. His other coworkers would still ask him from time to time why he hadn’t removed his sensor, a question neither Hank nor Y/n had ever asked. Hank knew his reasoning, and Y/n never seemed pressed to find out.
“Then what are appropriate topics?” Connor asks, looking between the two humans.
“You’re telling me you didn’t look up Thanksgiving before tonight?” Y/n smirks, eating another mouthful of food.
Connor shakes his head no, “I wanted to learn organically.”
Y/n paused with a small smile and eyes full of what could only be called love. Hank could throw up from the sickeningly sweet tension between his work partner and proby. The two would stay frozen staring at each other if it wasn’t for Hank piping up.
“For one, you say what you're thankful for. I’ll go first,” Hank looked between the two, “I’m thankful for all the leftovers this will have. I won’t have to cook dinner for a week.”
“You don’t cook. You just eat takeout burgers, Detective,” Connor smirked at the old man.
Y/n held in a laugh, covering it with a cough and sipping his beer.
“I do cook,” Hank challenges, leaning forward.
“By the looks of your fridge and garbage, the last three meals you’ve eaten were from Chicken Feed,” Connor parries back.
“Dammit,” Hank smiles, finishing his first beer.
Five beers and a table of food packed away later, Hank and Y/n sat on the small green couch, eating pie. Connor sat on the floor, Sumo’s head in his lap. The trio was watching their first Christmas movie of the night. It was a childhood tradition for Y/n to watch three Christmas movies after Thanksgiving dinner and the other two obliged.
Connor has sidled his back against the couch, between Y/n’s legs right before movie two. Y/n had fallen asleep across the arm of the couch halfway through the third movie, his breaths soft. As the movie came to an end, Connor moved to stand up. Hank quickly grabbed his shoulder, preventing him from standing. Hank had a finger over his mouth, hushing Connor to move slower. Connor looked up and behind him to the sleeping Y/n.
Connor stood up slowly, gently picking up Y/n and following Hank to his guest room. After some help from hank, he gets Y/n tucked into the blanket. He then follows Hank back toward the front room. The two finish the last of the dishes.
“You chickened out, huh?” Hank eyes Connor as he placed another plate in the dishwasher.
“I do not know what you are talking about, Detective,” Connor responds, not looking over at his friend.
“Oh, knock it off with that Detective shit,” Hank scolds the android.
Connor pauses his movement for a moment, spirling red light blinking on his temple. He continues to move, pretending the previous pause hasn’t happened.
“Well, you better do it sooner than later. I heard some interns gossiping that Gavin planned to ask him out for a drink as a bet,” Hank threw the towel over to Connor as he turned and left the kitchen. “You’ve got the rest of these dishes, right Connor? I’m exhausted.”
Connor’s light indicator continued to flash red as he finished the dishes.
#dbh#detroit become human#connor dbh x reader#connor rk800 x reader#connor x reader#solarwindswriting#holiday writing event#event
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𓍊𓋼𓍊 Total chapters: 4
𖡼𖤣𖥧 Taglist: @raiha-storm65557, @linsyfelisyya
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III: Curiouser & Curiouser
(➳ Chapter the Second)
“Hey you, pesky peacock!” she called out, panting and bent over. “Do you… by any chance know who or what may be the cause of the strange events happening up until recently?”
“My goodness, child. What a fright you've given me!” the peacock squawked indignantly. “No ‘good mornings’ or ‘here is your fresh set of fruits that you deserve for being so lovely and obedient’, but that coming from you I suppose is not a phenomenon happening anytime near. Lovely, what do you wish to know?”
“I would like to know…” she carefully explained, “if my house has been broken into by someone or something. True, there are neither doors nor windows which have been deliberately broken at all but, don’t you suppose someone or something appearing out of thin air and making all these strange events happen to be quite ridiculous?”
It cocked its head, questioningly. “What… kind of strange events, young lady?”
She clicked her tongue then proceeded to explain how a few days ago, a grand banquet mysteriously appeared in front of her eyes and how the mountain of treasures were piled up in her chambers the night before.
The bird was fleetingly silent when suddenly a chuckle erupted unexpectedly from it. “Unbelievable. What a surprise!” it clucked. “You see, I’m simply incapable of doing such things; given in this form that I’m in, how am I supposed to be performing any sort of godly miracles? Only deva and devi are capable of doing such things. I, myself, am only a humble, little, and pretty bird perfect for your collection of hats. Now, enough nonsense, off you go with your next assignment!” it firmly dismissed her.
She wasn’t very delighted with its response. “You sound absolutely certain that you know nothing that might cause such unordinary phenomena to happen. Was it perhaps… you? Who did all this?” she sniggered.
She did not expect the silence from its unbroken gaze, “Not at all. Why would you suspect an old, good-for-nothing bird like me to cook you hearty meals and deliver you a whole mountain of treasury? Don’t be silly, dear girl. Only those with hands and feet can do so. Take a good look at me, I merely have a pair of claws which are made for scraping the soil and trapping my prey, a train which can fold and unfold depending on if I’ve found a worthy mate and a quite chattery beak which could drive people senile.”
Silence. She raised an eyebrow, visibly disappointed however she decided not to push it as it would just go round and round and headed back inside. She was meddled with uncertainty more than ever.
Days went on before they turned into weeks, and then months. Occasionally, she would still ponder on who the culprit might be; with each and every time the heiress did something out of generosity and selflessness, she was rewarded tenfold with something similar and she gradually grew happier and happier though she found it quite difficult to admit it. She had since then gotten used to the strange happenings in the mansion and decided not to question it.
Not only that, she was starting to appreciate and bask in the feeling of a newfound companionship and news of her good deeds spread throughout the whole village quicker than a wildfire.
Once days had been getting better and the village was once more thriving, she was met with one more surprise that led to all of these thrilling train of events.
“Good morning, have you made the preparations yet?” a familiar voice crooned.
“I sure have! However, I do not know if I’ve prepared enough delicacies to satiate all the mouths for the biggest feast of the year. The gifts I’ve prepared to be exchanged are in check, the house is decorated with the help of the servants and I’ve also prepared sweets and tiny presents for the children. I hope this Deepavali will be better than the years before.”
“That is very good to hear. I have a final assignment for you, actually. I shall be taking my departure and I'd like to see you once more before I go. When the moon strikes high, come up to the balcony. A surprise shall await you there.”
➳ Chapter the Fourth (end)
#my writing#my story#short story#short stories#fable#fairy tale#my original story#original fable#original fairy tale#original short story#stories derived from dreams#drabble#my drabbles#masterlist#stories of slumber
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Baby, te amo (forever ‘til the end of time)
So I wrote a little something for my soft juke babies because the idea just was too cute to let the opportunity pass. It’s tooth-rotting fluff (when is it not with me lol).
Summary: She closed her eyes, basking in the moment, basking in his presence, warmth and comfort, and the words came out naturally.
“Te amo.”
Or the one in which Julie grew up with the idea of ‘te amo’ being the ultimate love confession. She hasn’t ever used it romantically because no one had been deserving of what her mother used to call the promise of profound devotion. Until years later, that’s it.
Search it on ao3 here!
It was no secret how much her parents loved each other.
Everybody with eyes could see the brazen devotion in every term of endearment and the warmth in even the smallest interactions. Little Julie could not understand how the other kids were disgusted by their parent’s displays of affections when her mom and dad were just like the princes and princesses in her fairy tales storybooks!
And so, Julie grew to be in awe of the love her parents had for one another.
On the nights she couldn’t sleep, she would shrug off the blankets and pad barefoot through the house, clutching her favorite plushie under one arm. She would go searching for her parents, knowing that her mother’s soft tunes were her favorite lullabies in the whole world and her dad’s gentle words made her feel every bit like the daddy’s little girl her mom always said she was. And, more often than not, she would find her parents slow dancing in the kitchen, under dim lighting with their hands wrapped around each other and with the biggest smiles on their faces. For little Julie, it was magical and she found herself wishing to grow up quickly so she too could find someone to live a fairy tale moment of her own.
She was the honorable spectator to her parents' shows of affection time and time again, each one of them filled with what she could only describe as genuine, unadulterated love. Like witnessing her mother serenading her father with one of the most beautiful songs she has ever heard, or the time in which she saw her dad cooking an entire feast of all of her mom’s favorite dishes for their anniversary date.
There were way too many moments engraved in her mind that she just can’t let go; Julie holds them dearly in her heart because what her parents had was the epitome of true love and she would fiercely stand by that.
The truth is that Rose and Ray were absolutely enamored with one another. Julie is just glad she could experience it first-hand.
However, there was a specific moment that left Julie quite shaken, even as a freshly-turned teenager. She remembers her mom draping her arms on her father’s shoulder, gazing at him with the softest yet most ardent look in her eyes and saying, “Te amo” . So straightforward, without stuttering, whispering a confession from the heart. And her father’s face would soften immediately, his posture slumping as if he is getting rid of all his defenses, as if he doesn’t need them anymore. They would get trapped in this bubble of vulnerability together, a number of ‘te amo’s being muttered for their ears only like a sacred word, their smiles radiating blinding happiness.
She didn’t understand how a simple world could cause such a fragile reaction.
Julie did ask her mom about it when they were both cuddling on the sofa watching a movie, because she was always a curious kid and not knowing stuff made her restless. Rose had
smiled, bringing Julie closer to her chest and tucking some of her curls behind her ear. “Mi amor,” she had started, with a tender look that only mothers could muster, “sometimes, a simple ‘I love you’ is not enough.”
Julie had cocked her head to the side in confusion because that didn’t make any sense. That was how you verbally express that you love someone. Granted, there were some alternatives but that was the most universally known phrase, so she definitely didn’t see where her mother was coming from.
Rose had laughed at her bewilderment, hugging her closer as she continued, “In spanish, ‘te amo’ is so powerful. It’s the most beautiful, most intimate way to voice out what you feel towards someone.”
Julie turned to look at her mom, “but isn’t that the same as ‘I love you’?”
Her mom hummed, “Not quite. Te amo is saying I love you, adore you, respect you, protect you, accept you, support you and care about you all in one word. It’s a meaningful word that carries a promise of profound devotion.”
Julie had nodded in understanding, though she’s sure that many of what it entailed went over her head. Her mom, on the other hand, had seemed to know what she’s talking about so she must be right, Julie had thought.
Rose had smiled wistfully and leaned over to place a kiss on her temple, “ Te amo, darling.”
She hugged her mom tightly, breathing in the moment that would later become one of Julie’s most treasured memories.
Julie may had been young, and perhaps she didn’t get all the fuss about it or just how significant it was as her mom made it out to be, but it did make sense over the years. As she grew older she would only use it a handful of times: to her dad, her little brother and her aunt Victoria. Sometimes, she would half-jokingly send it to Flynn over text.
Never romantically, no, because no one had yet to be deserving of those words.
Until years later, that’s it.
“So, I was thinking that for the bridge we could slow down the tempo a little bit, what do you think? Reggie came up with a killer riff that we could use and make the song awesome!”
Luke is pacing back and forth in front of her, talking animatedly about the song they have been working on the past couple of days. There’s the distinctive bounce on his step and a glimmer in his eyes that appear whenever he’s talking about something that he’s passionate about. It’s endearing, really.
Julie would have never thought that she would harbor such strong feelings for anyone, let alone for someone who wasn't exactly... alive. But here’s this boy that makes her heart flutter when he as much looks her way, that makes her feel breathless whenever he smiles at her blindingly, that makes her write the silliest of love songs and daydream about dancing to the idyllic tune of a ballad.
It’s overwhelming and the mere thought throws her off slightly because never has she ever felt so deeply over a crush but, perhaps, that word is too short of a label for what it truly is after all.
“Julie, are you with me?” She snaps back to reality to the image of Luke kneeling in front of her, his thumbs carefully rubbing her knees in an attempt to make her come back to the conversation at hand. It’s more distracting than helpful, the pads of his fingers incredibly gentle against her skin, but who is she to complain?
Ever since they discovered they could be able to touch, they had been using that information to the fullest in fear that it could be short-lasting. All of them.
(“Hmm, this is nice.” Reggie says, there’s a hint of a smile in his tone as he wiggles closer to Alex in his attempt to equally find warmth and to not fall off the bed.
Alex grunts as he is being pressed forward, “yes Reg, I love being squished to death.” He deadpans, his words dripping with sarcasm, surely with a roll of his eyes thrown in there to get his point across. Julie grins inwardly, the irony of what he said not lost on her. “I can’t feel my ribs, geez have you always been this strong?”
“Hey! If you don’t remember, I give the best bear hugs in the whole world and afterworld for that matter!” Reggie sounds so utterly offended that it makes her chuckle at how ridiculous this whole conversation turned out to be. The bed shakes a little — mainly because of Reggie pulling back slightly to look at Alex right in the eyes but she’s sure the added weight also plays a part in it — and the sudden movement had Reggie yelping and grasping Alex’s sleeve in a tight grip in fear of falling off.
“See, that’s the universe telling you that you should never question my strength ever again.”
“Reggie that’s not— okay.”
Luke laughs beside her, the sound melodious and blithesome, it makes something inside her melt and she’s flabbergasted for a second because since when has laughter sounded so beautiful and enthralling.
He has one arm draped across her stomach and she has an inexplicable urge to snuggle closer to him, to erase the space between.
“Come on dude, don’t deny it, you are loving it it.” He says playfully, propping his head on one had as he narrows his eyes humorously at the boys.
Alex scoffs weakly, as if he was about to come up with an excuse that no, he clearly was having the worst time of his not-life but the battle was lost before it even started. He all but grins and gives in, “okay, yes. This is great, you guys win.” He says, cuddling up against Julie even more.
Reggie dabs him cheerfully on his side, hugging Alex impossibly tighter and if he was crushing him, he never complained once this time.
Luke hums, “Julie your bed is the softest thing ever. I think it’s starting to become my next favorite thing.” He snugs down to the point that Julie believes he’s about to become one with the mattress. She gazes at him, and hopes that her eyes don’t betray her by giving too much unsaid information.
He looks at her, “though, don’t worry. You’ll always be my number one.” Luke shrugs, a coy smile on his face as if he didn’t just set her heart ablaze.
The words die on her tongue, her teasing about how his guitar might become jealous forgotten at the back of her mind. She guesses that getting used to him openly flirting would never get easy but honestly, she wouldn’t have it any other way. It hasn’t been too long since they dared to cross over that fine line between friends and something more; she’s still threading lightly, he plunges all at once.
“Yes Julie, I wonder why we never did this before.” Reggie says, cutting her off before she could even answer him with a flirty response of her own. Sometimes she felt a little daring, sue her.
She turns her neck to be able to look at him and smiles, he has his butt half on the bed and half on the air, but he looks as happy as ever. “Off limits, remember.”
She sees realization dawn on him.
Julie continues, “also, I don’t know if you remember but you guys weren’t exactly tangible to human contact.” She says matter of factly.
“Oh, yeah.” Reggie draws out the oh as if he forgot he was a ghost for a second. He stares off at the distance before shrugging and nuzzling his nose in the back of Alex’s neck, all talk about it unequivocally forgotten.
She chuckles and looks over at Luke, ready to tell him that he too is her favorite next thing, her favorite person, her favorite music partner, her favorite everything. Ready to see him beam at her words, maybe get a little bit flustered but he’d eventually find another thing to say that would render her speechless — as he always do, it’s some kind of superpower she’s staring to believe. But she’s greeted by the sight of her boyfriend fast asleep, his lips slightly parted and his fingers grazing faintly her curls. And he looks so at peace, so happy even in his sleep that it makes that indescribable feeling inside her to appear once more. The melting and the twisting and the fluttering ever so present.
And she wants to act on them. She will act on them.)
She looks at him, his eyebrows are slightly furrowed because he can’t help but get concerned over her. It comes naturally, he had jokingly said. “Is something wrong?”
Julie smiles, “no, you dork.” Her hand comes up to brush his bangs that fell a little bit long over his eyes, moving them aside to reveal those green eyes that she very much loves glinting with affection and tenderness and everything in between that makes her feel so warm and fuzzy.
“I was thinking that we could take a break for a bit,” she suggests, her hand now moving downwards to cup his cheek and she felt him leaning in. She’s sure her stomach was the home of millions of butterflies, leaping and dancing by the way it feels all fluttery when he turns his head to press a quick kiss on the palm of her hand. He’s going to be the death of her, she swears.
“Sure, yeah.” He smiles, moving to the couch and sitting next to her, his arm coming up to tuck her on his side. His chin is resting on top of her head and he may have said a joke about how her curls tickle his nose but she tunes it out, she’s just so happy right now.
Luke tightens his hold on her, “Tell me about your day.”
She tucks her legs in, almost resting them atop of his lap but not quite, and drapes one of her arms across his chest, “Well, Mrs. Harrison said that we’ll start on the preparations for the Winter Musical Festival next week. She told me that she wants me to write and perform the song for the opening act.” Julie started to play with the neckline of his shirt — surprisingly one with proper sleeves, though she’s a secret fan of his muscle tees for obvious reasons — a habit she has taken a liking to.
“Julie, that’s awesome! You are gonna knock them off their feet, as always!”
She can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, it’s contagious to the point that she momentarily forgets about the real reason of why she brought up the topic in the first place. “And I want you to come.”
Julie waits for his response, “and the guys too, of course.”
He smiles the kind that makes his eyes wrinkle from how big he’s smiling, the apples of his cheeks popping up in the process. “Julie, we’d be honored!”
And then he softens up a little, she feels him slump further on the couch and his body curving towards her and Julie wonders if it was because of another emotional overload or because the excitement of the day is finally catching up to him — he has way too much energy, she really doesn’t know where he stores it — but then a quieted “I’d love to,” was being murmured in the space between them and Julie stopped wondering.
She closed her eyes, basking in the moment, basking in his presence, warmth and comfort, and the words came out naturally.
“Te amo.”
It’s straightforward, without stuttering, whispering a confession from the heart.
Julie doesn’t know if he understood it, in fact she doesn’t wait for him to act on it for that matter because she lifts her head from underneath him — feeling all kinds of emotions all at once — and takes his chin in her hand to bring their lips together in a searing kiss, the image of glazed eyes the last thing she saw.
They have kissed before, of course, small pecks here and there but nothing quite like this. Perhaps her not so little confession making the moment significant tenfold.
The kiss is mind-spinning and it makes her lightheaded and weak on the knees (she’s just glad she’s sitting down for this one), it carries both passion and tenderness at the same time and it’s brimming with everlasting promises that are left untold but still very much avowed. It’s sensitively overwhelming because there’s Luke everywhere; underneath her fingertips, on the back of her mind, on the soft glides against her mouth, on the gentle touches of his knuckles along her back, her face, her arms. She doesn’t know when he ended and she began.
She feels like her soul is being set on fire and then he tilts his head just so for their lips to slot even more perfectly together — if that was even possible — and she quite literally melts on his arms. She hums against his lips, and she needs more.
On a whim of boldness, she swings one of her legs to straddle his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, weaving her fingers through his brown locks to draw him impossibly closer. His hands were everywhere and her skin felt like it was being put aflame. Come to think of it, she wonders how she hasn’t combusted already.
She tugs his bottom lip in between her teeth, a low grunt was heard in the air as a result and she grins against his lips at the sound.
Julie slowly pulls away, giggling at how he follows her lips as she moves away as if he doesn’t want to let her go yet. She leans to place one soft kiss on his cheek, another one on the tip of his nose and another on the corner of his mouth. She’s tempted to leave a trail down his neck, but she refrains from doing that in fear of not being able to stop after the first few kisses.
Luke runs his hands gently up and down her arms, his eyes looking a little distraught and she feels oddly proud at being the one responsible for such absentmindedly state in the rather streak-focused Luke.
“Te amo.” She repeats, this time looking at him directly in the eyes, hoping to convey everything that the word entails in her body language, in her facial expression, in the pitch of her voice. Because if anything, her mother taught her that it should be said from deep within.
For a second it seems like time and space stop, but then Luke shifts from beneath her and brings his hands to frame her face gently. His expression is stark and intense, and she didn’t know she was waiting with a hitched breath when she let out a sigh of relief at his next words.
“Te amo más.”
She doesn’t know how he knows those words, she doesn’t care to ask when and why or to even consider any possible explanation because right now that’s the last thing on her mind as she leaps forward and embraces him in a crushing hug. Because nothing else matters as long as Luke loves her and she loves him just as much, as long as there’s amor and te amo’s in their love language.
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The world needs to hear about Jan and Saturday
YES thank you blestie 💙 I love them so much …. Putting under a cut so it’s not so long!
Quick note: my interp is of Saturday Elder as the Feast-God of a people slowly turning to other religions in the wake of major change (arrival of neolithic Yamnaya people) and Jan Via as one of their last believers, who set out to find their god and succeeded, deciding to stay with him after he refused to return. The two turned the desolate floating rock Saturday had been hiding on into the now thriving community of Valhalifax over the 6000+ years they lived there.
Ok now the lore!
Bickering old couple of all time. Will not skip any opportunity to do a bit about the other one
Had not been separated for more than a couple of days for as long as they had known each other
Jan still sometimes gets nervous before pitching despite very rarely having nerves about anything else and Saturday often pretends he has no idea how to bat to cheer them up
They spend hours a day coordinating and helping people in Valhalifax find places to stay and connecting them with resources and the community. Much of Valhalifax’s reputation for being a place people go to find something they need / want / dream of is due to their hard work (and other volunteers’)
Many of the otherwise-unknown camp songs in Valhalifax are songs Jan used to sing with family and friends or which were sung at Saturday’s feasts, songs which otherwise would have been lost to history but have been carefully preserved by the two of them.
Similarly, Valhalifax’s culture, style, and language specificities have been shaped by the two carrying on other parts of their culture (both are the only extant speakers of their language and speak it most frequently to each other)
By the time blaseball rolls around they’re intertwined in a way that both carry some of the blessing and burden of godhood, while Saturday has also become more human and connected to the mortal world than he ever was as the official Feast-God. Although Saturday is more officially cited as the patron of Valhalifax, it’s really both of them.
When Saturday is staticked, it’s really hard on both of them to be separated, but both have a general sense that the other is okay, and know they’ll eventually end up reunited somehow (even if only after being released from the game and going home to the place they were both born)
Saturday is the more outgoing of the two and is a lot quicker to join in on a community event, while Jan is more likely to watch from the sidelines
Jan is more prone to taking risks & Saturday (as their former god) still sometimes has to fight the impulse to try to protect them from stuff
Saturday (former Feast-God) can cook literally anything to perfection and throws a hell of a party
Saturday is the biggest silly little drink aficionado and literally always has a beverage. Jan is by nature a black coffee sort of drink liker but enjoys anything Saturday makes for them
Thanks for the ask!! :)
#saturday elder please come out of the static and play on our team#tgb i am sliding you a crisp $5 bill#blaseball
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