#what if he was secretly a cinnamon roll and just wanted some love
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The Mistletoe Tradition
There was only one piece of decoration left in the box now—it was a dew-fresh mistletoe complete with a red ribbon. And you knew just where to put it.
With a smile, you danced over to Astarion and held the green plant above your head. The vampire spawn looked up, confused and flustered both at the same time.
“Wanna know what my favourite Yule tradition is?”
“I’m sure you’re about to tell me,” he purred.
“Whenever two souls are caught under the mistletoe, they have to kiss.”
A/N: I’m not sure if Christmas/Yule is a thing in Faerûn but if it wasn’t… I sure made it a thing now! Worked in some of his actual quotes for it to be even more relatable because we're all simps, lol. Also using Yule and Christmas interchangeably here because I can. Merry Christmas to you all! ♥
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Warnings: fluff
“Jingle Bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way…” Humming to yourself, you rummaged through your bag to take a closer look at the items you had snatched on your journey today. A bag full of peanuts, perfect to still your hunger on the road, a new dagger you had taken from a corpse, for your old one was falling apart at the hilt, a letter from an Iron Fist written to Lord Enver Gortash himself, and—perhaps most importantly—a little snow globe you had found in an abandoned cottage. It wasn’t much but it was better than nothing and had definitely been worth Lae’zel’s eye roll.
You were headed towards Baldur’s Gate and decided to rest in the Elfsong Tavern where Gale, Wyll, and Halsin were currently discussing the price of a room to stay in for the next couple of days. The air smelled like mulled wine and pine cones, and the tables in the tavern were decorated with tree branches, candles and sliced oranges and cinnamon sticks. The atmosphere was lovely—festive. You leaned against Astarion with your cheek against his chest, a sigh escaping your lips.
The pale elf was quite used to your—at least by his standards—unusual behaviour by now. Well… sort of. He’d expected more hostility toward him after the night he tried to bite you, that much you knew. Instead, you’d offered to help and… huh, secretly drooled all over him.
He certainly knew what he was doing and you hated that it worked. You didn’t want to turn into a giggling and blushing mess in his presence and yet… that was exactly what happened. Every. Single. Day. You tried to hide it as best as you could but at this point, you were pretty certain that he knew you were a hopeless case whenever he was near. And once you’d started sleeping with each other… you had become putty in his hands entirely, desperate for his touch even when it wasn’t sexual.
You offered him a cuddling dose daily now and you never let go until he did.
“All right, everyone. We’re settled. The owner has agreed to give us one of the suites upstairs. It has thirteen beds, its own washing area, and a fireplace. I don’t know about you but I am knackered,” Wyll announced as he cracked his bones.
“You go ahead without me. I’d like to take care of something real quick. I won’t be long,” you said, the idea thundering through your head with a start having you beam from the inside out.
Gale lifted a hand as if to raise everyone’s attention before speaking. “I hope so! I have a perfectly hearty rabbit stew planned for supper.”
It had taken the inn owner ten gold pieces and a lot of convincing to get you a Yule Tree. Was it important in midst of everything that was happening? Possibly not. Were you still humming Christmas songs yet again as you carried a small box full of ornaments and decorations up the wooden stairs to your room? Absolutely.
Gale was already cooking. They all knew the very moment you entered the room with it that the tree someone had brought up in the meantime was your doing. And now, while the others were getting ready to rest for the day, you began decorating the room as if you didn’t have a care in the world. And for just a moment, you pretended you didn’t.
You spotted Astarion glancing at you from the corners of your eye. He’d crossed his arms before his chest, looking as handsome as ever and even more so now with his hair still a little damp from getting the dust of the road off of him.
“Need something?” You smiled, noticing how he admired the pine cones dipped in molten silver and the delicious-smelling orange slices on the tree for just a second too long. The straw stars you were specifically proud of as you stood on your tiptoes and stretched to put the biggest one on the tip of the tree, completing your masterwork.
“Oh, don’t mind me… I’m just enjoying the show.”
You blinked at him, gnashing your teeth as you felt a treacherous heat creeping up your cheeks, for his gaze was by no means fixed on the tree anymore but your behind. At times it was still hard to believe this incredible elf was attracted to you of all people.
“Is this really necessary? I mean, really? You’re wasting our time and energy on decorating a tree?”
“Hey… we won’t know yet if that’s our last Christmas. I don’t mean to be pessimistic but you know just as well as I do that there is a good chance we won’t make it out of this alive. I might as well enjoy the little things until… I can’t. You never know. Besides, this is the first time in weeks we’re sleeping with a roof over our heads. We have beds and a fireplace. I would be silly not to decorate a little, especially with a recent murder right next door.”
“Well… I suppose… but don’t expect me to help you.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, oh fangy one! I’m actually done and it looks absolutely amazing, if I may say so.”
Astarion scoffed—playfully so. It was then Halsin joined, admiring your tree up close with a second portion of stew in his hands.
“Well, I think it looks beautiful. There’s no better way to get into the festive spirit than with a little bit of nature in one’s home.”
You fought hard to hide the chuckle bubbling up your throat when Astarion rolled his eyes as soon as the druid turned away again.
“The man really can’t shut up about enjoying the freedom of nature’s gifts.”
You couldn’t help it. You burst out laughing. Needless to say, your companions’ shocked expressions made you cackle even more but perhaps the surprise on Astarion’s face was what brought you even more joy than the way he had mimicked Halsin.
“In the end, it won’t be the mind flayers who kill me. It’ll be you,” you choked out, wiping your eyes with the ball of your thumb. Gods, you were actually crying from laughter.
There was only one piece of decoration left in the box now—it was a dew-fresh mistletoe complete with a red ribbon. And you knew just where to put it.
With a smile, you danced over to Astarion and held the green plant above your head. The vampire spawn looked up, confused and flustered both at the same time.
“Wanna know what my favourite Yule tradition is?”
“I’m sure you’re about to tell me,” he purred.
“Whenever two souls are caught under the mistletoe, they have to kiss.”
“Do they now?”
You grinned.
“Well… in that case, we better not risk the wrath of whatever god came up with it.”
“That would be Frigg, wife of Odin and mother of Baldur who never wanted the mistletoe to be forgotten again after Loki—“ You didn’t manage to finish your sentence for in the next moment, Astarion pulled you close and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was a promise and a reward, a display of affection… and a small gesture of care warming your heart.
“How do you always do that?” you murmured against his mouth, breaking the kiss just long enough to draw a deep breath. “Leave me wanting for more? Tempting me?”
“Tempting you, hmm? Well… You know what they say… the only way to cure a temptation… is to give in to it.”
A little squeak escaped your lips before you could stop yourself. You pressed your lips together to a thin line, eyes wide as your hand flew up to your mouth to cover it. But of course, Astarion had heard you. Amused, he quirked an eyebrow.
“What was that?”
“N-nothing.”
“Really? Because I think I heard quite the delectable little noise coming from your lips just now.”
“N-no. Oh gods, you have to stop this. I will melt, Astarion. I will literally melt and then you can go get a mop and wipe me up!”
Astarion laughed, surprise mixing with delight. “Oh, darling, I could go all night… as you well know,” he purred.
Another squeak. He’d caught on to it now, of course—that the reason for those inhumane sounds escaping your body was all his doing. Oh, for fuck’s sake…
“Okay, that’s it.” Arms akimbo, you narrowed your eyes at him. You were all but flustered when you grabbed the collar of his shirt with such vigour, the tiniest hint of surprise and hesitation flittered across his face before his smug smirk returned and you kissed him yet again, longer and more passionately this time.
“You really will be the death of me” you breathed against his lips. “It’s a nice way to go though, I won’t complain.” The urge to rip off his clothes there and then grew stronger with every passing second. You knew he wasn’t ready yet, despite his relentless teasing and you’d be the last person to push him but… judging by how he wrapped his arms around your waist yet again and pressed you closer to his body yet again, a heartfelt kiss was never off limits.
You sighed against his lips, the mistletoe dropping to the ground. Only the gods knew what would have happened if you had not been interrupted despite your fellow companions still in the room but alas, the door burst open with a bang so loud you both flinched.
“This… is… AWESOME!” When Karlach entered the room, she was wearing the ugliest Yule sweater you had ever seen. Tinsel and two baubles were hanging from her horn and in her hands, she held a massive candy cane and a mug of what you assumed was eggnog. “I LOVE Christmas! Oh, you got us a tree! We should go and buy presents for each other to unwrap tomorrow!”
“Karlach, please, it’s late and I’m tired,” Astarion complained.
“Fiiiine, tomorrow morning then. A kid downstairs just told me about this fat guy called Santa who climbs through the chimney and puts gifts under the tree if you leave him cookies and milk. Do we have cookies and milk? We have to get cookies and milk!”
You laughed. In that case… you certainly had a long night ahead of you before you could get a good night’s sleep.
Everyone was fast asleep by the time you got up and tiptoed across the cool floorboards on naked feet in the dark, past the crackling fire in the centre of the warm and cosy room, and toward Astarion’s bed. You could hear the wind blowing outside the tavern in the dead of night as you climbed under the covers and cuddled up to your lover who had, without a doubt, been expecting you. Astarion wrapped you in his arms, his lips grazing your bare neck ever so slightly.
“Hello, darling.”
At peace and content, you both listened to the instruments Gale enchanted to play quiet music to lull you all to sleep.
“Well, aren’t you brave, revealing your lovely neck to a vampire like that?”
You chuckled into his pillow, stretching even more.
“You know… I think we’re past the point now where I have to tell you each night that you can… I mean… if you’re hungry just… feed on me, alright?”
“R-Right.” For a moment, a both vulnerable and surprised expression washed over his handsome face—but it was gone before your memory could properly capture it, not to mention the darkness around you made that very difficult. He was so incredibly good at masking his feelings, that you longed to cuddle the shit out of him and tell him that it was all going to be okay. “Well… I’ve only just learned how wonderful it feels to have a choice and have your boundaries respected, all thanks to you. I’d actually prefer if you asked.”
So instead, you settled for wriggling yourself under the covers until he stirred.
“That’s… that’s good. That’s very good,” you whispered as you cuddled up to him even more.
“So? Can’t you sleep or are you just too excited until morning to see me again, love?”
You chuckled. “Your bed is more comfortable than mine.”
In the dark, it was hard to tell whether Astarion’s confusion was real or feigned. It was amusing nonetheless. “You will find that all the beds in this room are the same, pet.”
“No. No they aren’t. Mine doesn’t have you in it.”
“Oh… my cheeky little pup.”
Your chuckle turned into a childish giggle as a jolt of electricity rippled through you as if Gale had hit you with a lightning blast.
“You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” you whispered.
Astarion hummed in response. “Well… yes. Though I have to admit I have never met anyone displaying their excitement as openly as you, darling.”
“I’ll make sure to never stop. Merry Christmas, Astarion.”
The vampire spawn sighed when you shuffled even closer and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.
“Merry Christmas, love.”
A/N: And Merry Christmas to you all as well! ♥ I had to dedicate this year's Christmas Imagine to Astarion. I fell so hard for him thanks to Neil, it's insane. I hope you'll spend some lovely days with your loved ones! ♥
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YANDERE EUNTAE LEE(VASCO) HEADCANONS
Words cannot describe how much I adore this cinnamon roll and simp for this man. Cue the pterodactyl hyper fangirling and screeching from my side for him lol. One picture wouldn't do this buff cinnamon roll justice so I had to go all out for him
Look, he's an absolute cinnamon roll. He's also a romantic at heart. When he lays his eyes on you, that's when he realizes you're the one. He's a bit awkward and shy around girls but with you, he's all the more shy. It's almost adorable how flustered he gets when someone mentions you to him. Yet he's at a conflict with himself, he's worried that if he confesses to you you'll end up rejecting him. Which is why he has his loyal Burn Knuckles gang members to help him back him up. Vasco as a yandere would be extremely clingy, over protective, obsessive and possessive
He can't stand it when people look down on others. He can't stand bad guys. So what does he do when he sees you getting bullied or harassed by someone? He doesn't hesitate to jump into a fight to be your knight in shining armor despite all the bruises and wounds he's received. He just wants to protect you, keeping you safe and protecting you is always his number one priority. When you thanked him with that cute and adorable smile of yours, he swore he felt his heart stop beating and visions of you both getting married and having a little golden retriever as a pet and having a family together flashed in his mind. Which probably explained why he was so flustered and kept blushing like a tomato the whole time
He'll stare at you like you've descended from the heavens when you compliment him on his tattoos. You actually like them? Oh, you like his hair and his style too? Are you even a real person? You're an angel in his eyes. An angel who can do nothing wrong. Now, his mind will be occupied with you and of course his right hand man Jace would obviously know something is up with him. When he realizes Vasco's feelings of love for you exceed the usual and normal feelings of love, he calls an emergency meeting with the rest of the Burn knuckles members. Not because they're worried about his obsessive feelings of love for you that are getting out of control, rather, because they need to make sure you belong to Vasco no matter what. They're his loyal friends and family who'll be willing to follow him to the ends of the earth, you really think they wouldn't do whatever it takes to make him happy by ensuring you're with Vasco?
The Burn Knuckles members take their job quite seriously in making sure you're Vasco's. "Hey Jace...who's that lousy moron hitting on them?'' asked Ira Oh as he kept staring at you being hit on by some random jerk. Jace narrowed his eyes. "He obviously needs to be dealt with" said Jace as he and the rest of the Burn knuckles members would surround the guy and ask him to leave you the hell alone. Vasco won't be the one stalking you, his members will, to find out everything about you and to ensure you don't break their dear leader's heart
The first time you and Vasco went out together the Burn Knuckles members followed secretly after you both and stalked you guys during the whole thing. Vasco still might be a little awkward around you but that doesn't mean he doesn't love you. You're always occupied in his mind and heart. You'll be the only one to have that special place in his heart. If you end up tripping over something this chivalrous cinnamon roll here would catch you instantly. He's a shy yet chivalrous gentleman to you. However when it comes to other people hurting you, yeah...he'll ensure they get sent to the hospital. He doesn't care if he gets hurt, his motto is to protect. To protect you no matter what. He doesn't care if you're a good fighter or whatever, he will not allow you to join a fight at any cost. If you end up getting hurt he'll feel extremely guilty and seeing a wound or an injury on you will just end up breaking his soft heart. He's driven by the passion to protect you and keep you safe and he does it seriously
He likes giving you cute little gifts that he knows you might like. His heart flutters in joy whenever you smile at him and thank him. He likes giving you chocolate milk too everyday. If someone else makes the mistake of giving you chocolate milk, he'll just get pouty and sulky for a while and get grumpy about it and he'll buy some more chocolate milk for you and hand it to you while the rest of the Burn knuckles have a 'friendly' chat with the guy. He'll always cherish and treasure whatever you've made for him. You gave him a handmade card once and he almost cried from pure joy, it was like the gods answered his prayers. He'll always treasure your little gifts, they're made with affection and love for him. What sort of man would he be if he couldn't cherish the gifts of his future spouse?
He wouldn't do something too extreme like kidnapping you but he will do whatever it takes to ensure you're his. He can't lose you, he doesn't want to lose you to someone else. With all the nonsense he's had to endure in his past, he knows someone as innocent and fragile and angelic like you would simply get chewed out and spat out and used by the world. Let him be your protector and knight in shining armor
Would definitely love to have a family with you one day. If someone dares to snatch away that dream from him with you, he'll get quite mad. He'd like to come home to you hugging him and greeting him and having cuddle sessions on the couch with each other, as you run your fingers through his hair while the golden retriever puppy of yours naps on the couch next to you both. Married life with him would be so blissful, like heaven on earth. He'll be the best husband for you, along with his possessive and obsessive tendencies of course
You're the cute and innocent little thing he's sworn to protect. And a true man always abides by his word and promise no matter what and what sort of man would he be if he couldn't protect the one that resides in his heart?
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What do the proxies get each other for Christmas ^^?
The Proxies
Outside of the top of their Christmas list, which is a spot reserved for Slender's gifting, the proxies get each other a few things from their lists but also some surprises.
Tim will get everyone the necessities. Gear, thermals, and something nice to eat like chocolate or a favorite sweet. He might even make his prized cinnamon rolls that everyone loves.
Brian is the fun yet responsible uncle, and gets things on the list that play into entertainment/leisure. A new game, a gift card to a nice restaurant, headphones, mental health books, and the like.
Toby goes all out for gifts, and saves up multiple paychecks just to splurge on his friends. He gets the best of the best, and some extras that everyone doesn't really need, but appreciates the thought anyway. He'll also get gag gifts, including those ugly fish loafers. Brian still wears them in the warmer months.
Clock is the best gifter in the group, and always seems to get just what the person secretly wanted but never wanted to ask for. She will get everyone something personalized for them, reflecting their hobby or personality. A keychain, shirt, hunting knife, etc.
Kate is terrible at giving gifts, and would rather just buy everyone gift cards or get what's exactly on their list with an amazon link included.
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you are home
john price x reader
comfort fluff <3
warnings: none
note: i didn't include the huge ahh skin care step by step cuz i am lazy 💅🏻
"will you ever get sick of me?"
"loving you is the antidote"
Once in a while, you and John found solace in the comfort of your home, far away from the base, the burdens of war, and the constant threats that loomed. With his relentless responsibilities, it was rare for the two of you to have a moment alone, as John always seemed to be on the run.
But tonight was different.
After tidying up the kitchen from the delightful mess you had made together earlier. You watched John with immense admiration as he skillfully prepared one of his magnificent recipes. Little did he know what you had planned for him.
As your husband reclined on the bed, oblivious to your intentions, you quietly snuck into the bathroom, gathering an assortment of skincare and body care products.
John looked confused, never quite understanding why you needed so many products or why you spent such a long time in the bathroom every night. Nonetheless, he never minded and generously indulged you by providing for all your skincare needs.
He once mentioned his willingness to learn more about caring for your hair and skin, wanting to pamper his beloved.
"Whoa, love, are you going to teach me how to use all those? Not sure I'll remember everything," John chuckled, his eyes filled with amusement, as you playfully rolled your eyes, a mischievous smile gracing your face. You carefully placed the basket on the bed before turning to your adoring husband.
"Well, I thought tonight I would take care of you, my dear," You'd announce, expression quickly transforming into a genuine smile as John's face brightened.
"Who could resist someone as beautiful as you, love?" John replied, his voice tender. After explaining the plan, he settled himself back on the bed, pulling on the bunny ears of the headband you placed on his head.
"Well, Bonnie, I'm glad my men are away. Can't have them seeing me like this. You're turning this old man into a bunny," he playfully remarked.
Your laughter reverberated softly through the room as you lit your favorite candle and selected some soothing jazz music. The ambiance was warm and inviting, carrying the gentle scents of cinnamon, clove, and the faint aroma of John's morning cigars, creating an atmosphere of peace and contentment.
Feeling a gentle squeeze around your waist and observing the eager military veteran adorned with bunny ears, you were reminded of the task at hand.
Throughout the entire experience, John asked about the different products, attentively memorizing each name and their functions. Although he hesitated in admitting it, he secretly reveled in the divine indulgence of this shared skincare night—having you close, pampering him, and later receiving a massage to soothe his tense muscles. Fatigue started to claim him, and he struggled to stay awake, feeling more relaxed than he had in a long time.
By midnight, sleep beckoned, and you had succumbed, donning a sheet mask as you rested your head upon John's leg, which you had just finished massaging. John couldn't help but chuckle, taking in the sight of your comfortable yet slightly awkward posture, the trail of drool from your chin, and your serene expression.
He quietly snapped a photo, deciding that he would tease you about it in the morning. For now, he gently guided you back into bed, setting the skincare basket aside.
He brought your hand to his face, placing a tender kiss on your smooth fingertips. The softness of your skin against his lips felt heavenly.
He nestled his head back, keeping an arm wrapped around your waist, as he gazed at the moon's glow from the crook of the curtains. He couldn't ask for anything more than this perfect moment. In fact, he was content with everything life had given him. Expecially you.
(this was short cuz i wrote it in the morning and cuz im exhausted i hate studying man 🥹💀 but anyway I'll be making more comfort stuff)
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blue lock boys date with reader who look scary outside but inside is cinnamon rolls! (Barou, Kunigami,Raichi,Aiku, And some other that you want to!)
OOOOO
Requests open! - masterlist
Tags: gn!reader, fluff I think?
Barou was definitely fooled by your appearance. For the longest time, he thought you were scary - yes, even to someone like him. But as soon as he had his first proper conversation with you, he realized how sweet your personality actually is. Not long after, he found himself developing deeper feelings for you, so he asked you out on a date. You have actually been secretly crushing on him for a while, so you didn't hesitate to say yes at all when he asked you out. During the entire date, Barou keeps staring at your blush and it's so cute to him, but he doesn't even notice how much he's blushing as well. When he first met you, he would have never imagined falling for you, but now he can't imagine falling for anyone but you.
Kunigami was a bit speechless at first when you asked him out on a date and he only said yes because he was so caught off guard, he couldn't manage to decline. At first, he kind of regretted it and kept thinking about cancelling the plans. But he ended up going to the date because even though he thinks you're scary, he still would have felt guilty if he didn't go. And now during the date, he's realizing how you're actually one of the nicest and sweetest people he's ever met. He's happy he didn't end up cancelling the date because if he did, he would have never found out how lovely you actually are. And halfway into the date, he knows this definitely isn't gonna be the last one.
Raichi disliked you for the longest time. He always thought you were creepy and called you a "stalker" because somehow, you coincidentally ended up in the same places as him very often. Just when he talked to you for the first time, he realized you're not creepy or weird at all and actually very sweet! He didn't want to admit that, though. He also still refused to admit he even likes you, but he still accepted your invitation when you asked him out on a date. And that's something he doesn't regret at all. Raichi enjoys getting to know you better a lot! He already knew before that your appearance and personality don't match at all, but only now he's truly realizing what a sweetheart you actually are. And maybe - just maybe - he starts falling for you. But getting him to admit that will take even longer.
The last person you ever expected to be interested in you was Oliver. And that's why you were so surprised when he asked you out on a date. Oliver has only talked to you a few times, but he always thought the contrast between your actual personality and the way you look was interesting, so he figured he should ask you out. Well, you declined his invitation the first time, knowing the way he is with his partners all the time. But Oliver wasn't willing to give up, so he continued asking you out on different types of dates. And even though you were completely uninterested in him at first, the more he talked to you the less you could resist his charm. During the date, Oliver finds himself genuinely falling for you. He quickly realizes you're so cute and sweet, he doesn't want to treat you like any of his previous partners - there's nothing that could let him ever hurt your feelings.
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The Christmas Morning Surprise
Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.8k
Summary: On Christmas morning you try to surprise Michael with breakfast, but you what you didn't expect was that he had a Christmas morning surprise for you, too.
Warnings/tags: 18+; A bit of smut and some tooth-rotting holiday fluff with a sweet Mikey
a/n: Surprised even myself being able to get yet another holiday fic finished in time! Hope y'all enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!
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A faint buzzing noise near your head woke you, gradually drawing you out of your peaceful sleep. It took your mind a moment to realize that the sound was the alarm you’d set on your phone last night before you’d gotten ready for bed. In a rush to silence it, your hand flew out from under the covers, cold air instantly chilling your bare skin. Quickly you swiped your finger across the phone screen on the nightstand beside you, ending the alarm before the vibration could wake up Michael and disturb him.
Slipping your arm back under the warm covers, you carefully glanced over your shoulder and back at Michael behind you. He was laying on his side facing you, one arm resting on the bed just next to you and partially out of the blankets. He looked peaceful lying there with the faint morning light washing over his features. You secretly always loved when you woke before him, often taking a moment to watch him sleep. It was one of the few times you ever saw him without a single crease of worry visible on his face.
As you lay there watching the steady rise and fall of his chest while trying to work up the motivation to get out of the warm, comfortable bed, you noticed his brows beginning to faintly furrow together. The corner of his lip began to twitch soon after and a frown crossed your own mouth when he emitted a faint groan. His eyelids fluttered open before he blinked a few times, his hazel eyes landing on you.
“Ya already awake, love?” Michael’s sleep-riddled voice croaked out.
“Yes,” you answered quietly, “but ya can sleep in, Mikey. I set my alarm to wake me in order to get somethin’ ready for ya this mornin’.”
You reached a hand out, lightly scratching Michael’s beard with your fingers. His eyelids slowly lowered as a sluggish smile pulled his lips upwards. A satisfied hum rumbled out of him and you tried to bite back a laugh. He reminded you of a dog getting scratched behind its ears in just the right spot with the way he often reacted to your affectionate beard scratches.
“Ya were out late last night,” you continued gently. “Go back to sleep, Mikey. I know ya could use the rest and we don't have anywhere to be until later.”
“Mmmph,” he grunted out, his eyelids struggling to reopen. “Kinda hard to fall back asleep now that I'm startin’ to wake up. Especially seein’ your beautiful face first thing in the mornin’.”
Your bottom lip protruded in a playful pout as you held his tired gaze. The last thing you'd wanted to do was wake him early this morning. You'd meant to just slip out of bed and finish making your surprise Christmas breakfast before he woke up. You'd already done most of the work for the homemade cinnamon rolls last night while Michael was out dealing with his family so that all you'd have to do this morning was bake them in the oven and ice them. But now you'd gone and accidentally woken him early.
Though an idea soon struck you as you took in the sight of the tired smile still spread along his lips. Gradually your fingers slipped out of his beard, sliding upwards to caress his cheek. Slight confusion crossed his features as he gazed back at you.
“Maybe I can help relax ya back to sleep,” you suggested coyly.
One of his dark brows arched onto his forehead, his tired eyes fixed curiously on you. Bottom lip catching between your teeth, you slowly drew your hand down his cheek, lightly dragging your nails down the side of his neck before it slipped back beneath the covers. His brow rose even higher onto his forehead as he held your gaze, the corners of his lips curling further upwards when you shot him a cheeky wink.
Your hand made its way downwards, though not without you first taking a moment to curl your fingers appreciatively in the hair covering his bare chest. Eventually your hand continued its descent, your fingers reaching the hem of his boxers. Toying with the waistband teasingly, your tongue darted out, wetting your lips in anticipation of what had crossed your mind.
“Love, ya don't have to–”
“Consider it your first gift of the day, Michael,” you whispered back, cutting him off.
Without giving him another opportunity to tell you why you didn't need to pleasure him–something he always did for fear of feeling selfish–both of your hands began tugging his boxers down his thighs. Sitting upright on the bed, you began shifting on the mattress, moving the blankets out of the way before stripping his boxers entirely off and discarding them over the side of the bed. Eyes focusing back on Michael's cock, a surge of heat washed through you at the sight of him already growing hard.
“With the way ya look at me sometimes,” Michael’s groggy voice began, “ya would think ya enjoy this ‘bout as much as I do.”
Your eyes flickered up, catching his as a sly grin spread across your face. “‘Cause I do, Mikey,” you purred out.
Focusing back on Michael's cock, your cunt twitched at the resulting groan he'd emitted in reply to your comment. Maybe you'd satisfy that urge in the shower with him later this morning when you both got ready for the day. But for now, you were going to enjoy turning Michael into a relaxed puddle so he'd fall back asleep while you worked on your little surprise breakfast.
Reaching out a hand, you dragged your nails lightly across the sensitive bit of skin on his lower abdomen, right above his cock. The muscles twitched and jumped beneath your fingertips as you gradually lowered yourself into a comfortable position on the bed between his muscular thighs. Slowly you began to slide your other hand up the inside of his left thigh through the thick, dark hair, grinning in triumph to yourself when his hips gave a faint jolt along the bed in response.
Knowing you wanted to get him to fall back asleep soon, you figured you'd keep the teasing to a minimum this time. One of your hands curled around the girth at the base of him, your own cunt beginning to grow wet at the slight moan he loosed into the bedroom at your touch. From your position on the bed, you glanced up at him from beneath your lashes. His head had raised from his pillow, his drowsy focus solely on you.
“Merry Christmas, Mikey,” you whispered, intentionally brushing your lips against his cock as you spoke.
Without waiting for a response, you wrapped your lips around him and began to work the length of his cock slowly and deliberately. A deep moan bellowed from within his chest, echoing around the bedroom–it was a sound that had you humming with pleasure with your mouth full of him. Moments later you felt one of his hands lightly cradling the side of your head, his fingers carefully gripping your hair.
“Ohh fuck, love,” he breathed out, voice pitched higher than usual. “Ya always know what you're doin’.”
You moaned along his cock at the praise, your thighs pressing together from your place on the bed. Yet again you had to remind yourself you'd take care of your own needs with him later as your head continued to bob along the length of him, your pace increasing a bit with the speed of his panting breaths now filling your ears. While your right hand continued to work the bit of him you couldn't quite fit, your left hand made its way up the rest of his inner thigh and over towards his balls. The moment you began to pay them attention you felt his hips straining to remain still beneath you.
“ Shit , love,” Michael gasped out.
It was only a matter of time before you could feel his thighs practically trembling along the mattress. You could tell he was close to cumming, especially with the faint, breathy gasps repeatedly slipping out of him as you sucked his cock. You knew it usually never took much to get him off first thing in the morning, and apparently today was no different.
Increasing your pace even faster as you tried to take him just a bit deeper into your mouth, you felt his hand tighten its grip in your hair. His other hand darted onto the bed with a soft thump before you saw him fisting the sheets in a white-knuckle grip.
“Love, I'm goin’ to cum,” he breathed out, voice strained.
Continuing to breathe through your nose, you didn't slow your pace. Only seconds later you felt the warm, thick ropes of his release hit your tongue. The familiar salty taste of him along with the accompanying low, satisfied moans he was making above you had you moaning along with him. You swallowed every bit down as you worked him through his release, only stopping when you felt his grip ease in your hair.
Sitting up between his thighs, you wiped a hand across your damp mouth and gazed down at the sight of Michael before you. His breathing was heavy and so were his eyelids as he drowsily gazed down at you. He shot you a content, sleepy smile from his place along the pillow as his hand dropped from your hair and back to his side.
“Think it's your turn now, love,” he murmured.
You tried to fight back the grin on your face at how exhausted he looked. Gently you shook your head, one hand lightly patting his thigh.
“Not right now, Michael,” you told him. “Later. In the shower.”
“Mmm,” he hummed out, his eyelids drooping.
“Think ya can fall back asleep now?” you asked him.
“After that?” he asked with a light laugh. “Not a doubt in my mind, love.”
“Good,” you whispered as you slid off the bed. “Rest more, pet. I'll wake ya in a bit.”
Michael hummed out a noise of assent as you drew the blankets back up over him, his head already rolling to the side as sleep began to take back over. You smiled to yourself at the sight, grateful your little breakfast surprise would remain just that still.
The scent of cinnamon and vanilla filled the kitchen, mingling with the scent of the freshly brewed espresso from the two coffee mugs you’d set aside on the little island behind you. Mikey had often drank tea or bland coffee roasts before you’d moved in with him, but once you’d introduced him to your espresso machine, he’d quickly fallen in love with the lattes you made. So you’d certainly made sure to include them in your Christmas morning surprise for him.
Gingerly you spread the icing over the top of the now mostly-cooled cinnamon rolls in the pan that you’d recently pulled out of the oven. The icing spatula glided with ease over the top of each one, the lingering warmth from the pastries causing the icing to loosen and spread over them, dripping down the sides. Your stomach gave a faint rumble as you worked, desperate to taste the fruits of your labor already. You’d spent the previous evening making the cinnamon rolls from scratch while Michael was away dealing with his family, and you’d stored them in the fridge overnight knowing he’d come home far too late to give a damn what was hidden at the back of it. You were planning to wake him for breakfast once you’d had everything finished, hoping to give him as much time to sleep in as you could.
Though as you began icing the final pastries in the pan, you felt two arms slip around your waist just before you felt Michael’s familiar, firm chest molding itself against your back. His nose was soon nuzzling at the side of your neck, the faint scratch of his beard tickling your skin. A smile tugged at your lips as your hands paused their icing, your eyes briefly closing at the display of affection. Despite the things Michael had done, and how terrifying most people seemed to find him, he was truly nothing more than a cuddly teddy bear with you.
“Everythin’ smells amazin’, love,” he murmured against your neck. “Didn’t know ya were makin’ breakfast or I’d have come down and given ya a hand.”
Your eyelids fluttered back open, your attention returning to icing the last of the cinnamon rolls in the pan. “But that’d defeat the point, pet,” you pointed out. “I was hopin’ to surprise ya with breakfast this mornin’. And ya needed the rest.”
“Mmm,” he hummed out, pausing to gently place a light kiss to the place just beneath your jawline. “Ya spoil me, love.”
“It’s Christmas, Michael,” you teased, fighting your body's reaction to the way he was touching you. “‘Course I’m goin’ to spoil ya.”
His arms tightened their hold around your middle, pulling you more flush to the front of himself and causing your smile to widen. You could feel him shifting beside you, his head raising just before his soft lips planted a gentle kiss to your cheek. But when he spoke next, his mouth was beside your ear, causing a shudder to freely race down your spine. He never failed to have an effect on you.
“Ya always spoil me, though,” he whispered.
Turning your head towards him, you caught his eyes and held his gaze. The usual warmth and fondness he always looked at you with was present in them now, the sight causing a sensation of happy flutters to swirl through your stomach.
“Because ya deserve it, Mikey,” you replied softly.
Slowly, you saw the corner of his lips twist upwards, his eyes creasing just a bit at the corners. He gradually disentangled his arms from around your waist, taking a step back. Though both of his hands gave your hips a gentle, affectionate squeeze before he fully released you.
“Why don’t ya take a seat and relax?” he suggested, nodding his head towards the kitchen table across the room. “I’ll plate everythin’ and bring it over. Ya have done more than enough already this mornin’.”
With a sigh you placed the icing spatula in the now empty bowl you’d mixed the icing in this morning. “Alright,” you conceded. “I s’pose I can let ya handle that much.”
Turning around, you grabbed the two still steaming lattes from off the little kitchen island behind you before maneuvering around it and making your way over to the small table by the window. As you set both mugs down, you could hear the sound of clinking on dishware as Michael plated the cinnamon rolls.
Sliding down into a chair and drawing your mug of coffee up to your lips, your attention returned to him. He’d slipped on a pair of dark gray sweatpants and a black sweater before he’d come downstairs and your eyes lingered appreciatively on the way the material clung to the back of him as he worked. You knew you’d definitely be peeling those clothes off of him later this morning in the bathroom before fucking him in the shower, and that thought had you momentarily readjusting your position in your chair. It was at that exact moment he turned around, holding two plates and beaming back at you from across the kitchen.
“These look great, love,” Michael said as he began to make his way over to the table. “Did ya make them yourself?”
“O’course I did,” you answered. “I made ‘em while ya were out last night. All I had left to do was throw ‘em in the oven this mornin’ and then make the icing.”
Michael set a plate down in front of you before taking the seat across the little table. His eyes had gone a bit wide in surprise at the information.
“Love, ya didn’t have to do that for me,” he told you. “And ya certainly didn’t have to make so many, either.”
You shrugged lightly, picking up the fork from your plate. “I wanted to. Plus I figured if I was goin’ through all the trouble of makin’ them I figured I'd make some to bring over later to share with Anna and her gran. Because who says no to cinnamon rolls?”
Your fork slid through the side of the pastry easily, cutting off a piece that you brought up to your lips. Though your fork hesitated before your mouth as you focused on Michael across from you, his own fork in his hand and an unreadable expression on his face.
“What?” you asked.
“Nothin’,” he muttered with a slight shake of his head. “Just grateful to have ya in my life is all.”
Heat burned at your cheeks as Michael picked up his fork and began to focus on his breakfast. His words had caused a warmth to flood you, filling you with a pleasant sense of belonging. It wasn’t remotely the first time he’d said something so sweet, but it never failed to get your heart thundering in your chest whenever he did because you knew how much he always meant what he said.
“After breakfast I’ll have to pop over to Birdie’s for a minute,” Michael told you as he swallowed a bite of the pastry.
Brows furrowing, you glanced out the window to your right. Just across the snow-dusted street you spotted Birdie’s house.
“Ya have more work to do this mornin’?” you asked him in confusion, your attention returning to him. “On Christmas?”
“No, nothin’ like that,” he said around another bite of cinnamon roll. “I left your Christmas present at her house for uh…safe keepin’. Just to ensure ya didn’t stumble across it ahead of time.”
Your eyes narrowed suspiciously at him as you paused your chewing. Michael visibly began to fidget in his seat, his eyes focused on the plate before him. What could he possibly have needed to leave at Birdie’s to keep you from finding it here?
“These are delicious by the way, love,” Michael said, gesturing his fork at the already half-devoured pastry on his plate. “Thank ya for makin’ them.”
“Well,” you began slowly, spearing another piece of cinnamon roll onto your fork, “it’s certainly not your only present this mornin’.”
Michael sent you a half-grin from across the table as he raised his mug of coffee towards his lips. “Like I said,” he replied, “ya spoil me, love.”
Despite the fact that Michael had told you not to worry about cleaning up the kitchen just before he'd left to stop over at Birdie’s, that's exactly what you’d ended up doing. As soon as you'd covered the pan of cinnamon rolls and stowed them away in the fridge, you could hear the sound of his voice telling you that you shouldn't be the one to clean up because you'd already went through the effort of making everything for breakfast.
But you'd ignored that voice and started loading the dishwasher afterwards. There wasn't much else for you to do anyway as you waited for him to return from Birdie’s. Though you couldn't help but speculate what gift he could have possibly left at her place. Jewelry? Some sort of electronic? Honestly you had no clue what it could've been.
But you didn't need to speculate much longer because as you were closing the door to the dishwasher you spotted movement out of the kitchen window from the corner of your eye. Turning over your shoulder towards the window, you saw Michael coming up the drive with what was obviously your Christmas present secured in his arms. Your mouth fell open at the sight and you gasped audibly, eyes widening in surprise.
Without a moment's hesitation you raced out of the kitchen, making your way down the short hallway and to the front door. You reached out and twisted the handle, swinging the door wide open just as Michael neared it. There was a large smile on his face when he saw the look on your own.
“Merry Christmas, love,” he said, coming to a stop on the front step.
“Please tell me this isn't a joke, Mikey,” you begged. “Because if it is, it's not funny.”
You couldn't tear your eyes away from the puppy curled in his arms. The dog's ears had perked up the moment it'd spotted you though, its tail thudding enthusiastically against Michael’s dark brown jacket. There was a bright red and white Santa hat atop the puppy's fluffy white and brown head. The puppy must have sensed your excitement because it soon began to squirm in Michael’s hold.
“‘S'not a joke,” he assured you. “I know how lonely ya get ‘round here when I'm busy. And I know how ya had been hinting ‘bout gettin’ a pet lately. Figured this little guy would be perfect when I saw him at the shelter.”
“So ya–ya got me a puppy for Christmas?” you asked him in disbelief.
“Yeah,” he answered with a grin.
You eagerly extended your arms with an excited squeal, reaching them out towards the puppy. Michael began shifting the excitable, squirming ball of fur from his arms to yours. Another delighted squeal slipped out of you as the dog began sniffing and licking at your chin while you stepped back from the doorway, letting Michael into the house. He chuckled warmly at the happy coos you soon began emitting as he slipped off his shoes while you continued further into the house, bringing the puppy towards the sitting room.
A giggle fell out of you next as the little dog began snuffling at your ear while you lowered both yourself and the dog to the sitting room floor. Though you lost your balance when his two front paws landed on your shoulder as he tried to climb further up to your face. You landed on your back underneath the puppy with a peel of laughter.
“Seems he has some sort o’ charm over everyone,” Michael teased as he entered the room. “Found him similarly with Birdie this mornin’ and I think she was a bit sad to see him leave.”
“Well she's more than welcome to visit,” you told him, scratching the puppy behind the ears as you focused on Michael from your place on the floor. “And thank ya, Mikey. He's perfect.”
“Just glad to see that bright smile on your beautiful face, love,” he replied. “I'd do anything to put it there.”
You couldn't fight the smile that spread wider across your lips at his words. “Well when I can finally get up I'm giving ya your Christmas presents,” you told him. With your smile turning a bit coy, you added, “And don't think I forgot what I said about the shower later, either. I'm not finished with ya today, Michael Kinsella.”
“Mmm,” he hummed back, making his way over towards the pair of you with a cheeky smile on his face. “Now those are the kinda threats I love to hear.”
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Liam lawson with "what do you want to do today?" "I just want to enjoy my lazy morning with you." Prompt? thank you!
-a day with you is like heaven-
summary : above the title
PAIRINGS : liam lawson x reader
WARNINGS : none
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The sunlight streamed through the open curtains, casting a warm glow across the bed as Liam Lawson, your boyfriend, lay on his side, his chest rising and falling gently with each breath.
His tousled hair was spilled across the pillow, and one strong arm was flung above his head, the other curled around me you in a lazy embrace.
It was a peaceful moment, and for once, you didn't want to rush it. You nestled closer to him, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin, and for a brief, blissful instant, you considered just lying here forever.
But Liam broke the peaceful silence, his voice husky with sleep. "What do you want to do today, my love?" he asked, his eyes still closed.
You smiled, nuzzling your face into his warm neck.
"I just want to enjoy my lazy morning with you," You replied, feeling the soft skin of his neck beneath your lips. "We could make breakfast in bed, maybe watch a movie, just… relax."
Liam hummed, his breath tickling your ear.
"Sounds perfect," he said, his hand sliding down your back to rest on your ass.
"But what about today's workout?" Liam asked a bit sadly, secretly hoping that you would say it would fall out today and you would just lay in bed.
You smiled into his neck. "We can always go for a walk instead," You suggested. "It's such a lovely day outside. We could go to the park, maybe sit by the lake and watch the ducks."
Liam chuckled, his lips brushing against yoir hair. "You're right," he said, his hand squeezing yur ass gently. "I could go for that. But first, breakfast in bed?"
You nodded against his neck, your stomach already growling in anticipation. "That sounds perfect." You stretched, yawning widely, and sat up, tossing the covers back.
"I'll make us some French toast while you get dressed."
Liam rolled onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you. His eyes were bright with amusement. "You sure you don't want to sleep in?" he asked, his voice teasing. "I could always get you breakfast in bed."
You laughed, shaking your head. "I'm already too hungry for that. But you could make it extra special by bringing the breakfast to me in bed." You smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly.
As you headed to the kitchen, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. It was days like this that made you realize how lucky you were to have Liam in your life.
He was not just your boyfriend; he was your best friend, your rock.
And even though you both didn't have anything fancy planned for the day, you knew that together you could find joy in the simplest of things.
You hummed along to the sound of the radio as you whisk together eggs and milk in a bowl. The smell of cinnamon and butter filled the air, mingling with the aroma of Liam's favorite coffee beans grinding in the coffeemaker.
It was the perfect combination, and you could almost taste the French toast already.
Liam emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later, wearing a pair of soft cotton pajama pants and no shirt. He padded over to you and and laid his arms around your waist, so he could watch you.
"You make the best French toast," he said happily, his eyes twinkling with amusement and contentment. "It's a good thing I'm not going for a run today."
You grinned at him over your shoulder. "Oh, really? And why is that?"
"Because I'd have to burn off all these extra calories I'm about to consume," he replied, reaching out to take the bowl of eggs from me. "In that case, I guess I'd better help you make this breakfast."
You worked side by side, your movements in sync as you sliced the bread, dipped it in the egg mixture, and fried it on the stove. The smell of cooking French toast filled the kitchen, and you could feel your stomach growling in anticipation.
You glanced over at Liam, admiring the way he moved, the way he could find humor in even the simplest of tasks. He truly was the perfect partner.
As the French toast began to brown and sizzle, you set the table with your favorite plates and silverware. Liam poured you each a cup of coffee, adding just the right amount of cream and sugar.
He then carried your plates over to the bed, climbing in beside you and setting the food down before you. "There you go," he said with a smile. "Breakfast in bed, just like you wanted."
You sank your teeth into a piece of French toast, savoring the sweetness of the bread and the cinnamon, the creaminess of the eggs and the tang of the butter.
"Mmm," you moaned, closing your eyes in pleasure. "This is perfect."
Liam laughed, taking a bite of his own French toast. "I'm glad you like it," he said, lying back against the pillows. "It's one of my favorite meals." He paused, watching xou over his coffee cup.
"You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to spend a whole day just doing nothing with you. No plans, no errands, no obligations. Just us, together."
His words made you feel warm inside. You set your fork down and reached out to take his hand, giving it a squeeze. "That sounds like heaven,"
You reply with contentment. "And honestly, I think it's about time we did that. We could start by making some plans for the next day off we have."
Liam grinned at you, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "You know what we should do?" he asked, sitting up a little so that he was facing you.
"We should go on a hike. It's been a while since we've been out in nature together."
You nodded in agreement, your heart fluttering at the thought of spending the day with Liam in such a peaceful setting. "That does sound lovely," You said, taking a sip of my coffee.
"And we could pack a picnic lunch to enjoy at the top of the trail."
Liam leaned in closer, his blue eyes searching mine. "Or we could just find a nice, secluded spot and enjoy our meal together, just like we used to do in college," he suggested, his voice low and husky.
A shiver ran down your spine at the memory of those happy and exiting days, and the way you both used to be so carefree and in so in love.
You couldn't help but smile at the thought of reliving those moments with him. "That sounds wonderful," You replied, your heart fluttering with anticipation.
"I can't wait to spend some quality time with you, just the two of us."
Liam reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I feel like we've been so busy lately that we haven't had enough time to just be together," he said, his voice husky.
"But I promise you, from now on, I'm going to make sure we carve out some quality time for just the two of us."
As you finished your breakfast, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment washing over you. It was not often that you got to just be alone like this, and you were already looking forward to our hike and picnic the next day.
You decided to push aside any thoughts of your argument last night and instead focused on the present moment, enjoying the warmth of Liam's body next to yours and the peacefulness of your surroundings.
After you cleaned up, you took e a leisurely shower together, washing away the remnants of the day before. Liam was always so gentle with you, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
As you dried off, he slipped into a pair of comfortable shorts and a T-shirt, while you put on a sundress that you've had your eye on for a while.
You couldn't help but feel like you're getting back to the way things used to be between you.
You spent the rest of the afternoon lounging on the couch, watching movies and cuddling. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, and you found yourselves drawn to the balcony.
You stood together, hands entwined, watching the world go by below you. It was quiet and peaceful, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for this man who had swept you off your feet and made you feel so alive.
As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, you decided to call it a night. Liam lead you to the bedroom, his movements slow and deliberate, like he was taking the time to savor every second you had together.
He turned down the bed, then pulled you close, kissing you softly on the lips. "Goodnight, beautiful," he whispered, before turning off the light and crawling into bed beside you.
You laid there in the darkness, feeling the warmth of his body next to yours. You couldn't help but wonder if we would ever find your way back to the love you once shared.
Maybe this trip you're on would help you find some clarity, some answers. You closed your eyes, listening to the rhythm of his breathing, and before you knew it, you were asleep.
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I'm thinking about that moment in Tortuga where James says to Joshamee "So, do I make your crew or not? You haven't said where you're going. SOMEWHERE NICE?!". Yeah, I know he is irritated, bitter, sarcastic, unhappy and 100% a mess after losing his job and everything he had. But...
He is also drunk. Very drunk. And very... alone. What if alcohol makes him more open? What if James' question is, yes, bitter but... also sincere? What if the bitterness is in that moment caused by the bigger pain? What if frustration is caused by jealousy and loneliness?
Yes, I think that James may be jealous (but not in negative way) and damn lonely. Just look at his life portrayed in both: The Curse of the Black Pearl and Sins of the father (cause this book adds so much to James' bio).
His father was like "Pirates are the worst and you have to be anti pirate. If you are anti pirate then you are a cool kid". His society is like "We are noble, we are right, we have money, we serve the king, we obey the rules, we are cool". So James serves and obeys, he (unlike Lizzie) lets society to completely devour him, he has his career and place amongst the people but... not really.
Father abused and didn't really care about him. People respect him mostly as an officer and "fine gentleman". We see no friends around him. Gillette, Groves? Their relationship with James is shown as rather professional. Lizzie? At the beginning of the first movie they don't have any bond with each other. There is mutual respect and kindness but there's no friendship yet. Papa Swann? He is kind to James, sure. But James seems to still feel alone. He looks terribly lonely (shout out to amazing Jack Davenport). In so many scenes we see him standing in Dramatic Pose and looking at other people with these Sad Sad Eyes.
We see him working and working and working. Serving and obeying. Being many people's dog. Still feeling like "not enough" to some of them. Even his love for the sea (and him being a sailor) is somewhere in the background.
And then there is his proposal. He sees that Lizzie is very nervous but instead of "she doesn't like me in romantic way" he seems to have some hope that she will say yes and that he will finally have someone to love (and who will love him back - maybe). But soon he loses that hope. Lizzie falls, he meets Jack again, Will pops up too, pirates now are everywhere...
And what do James' eyes see? Jack isn't like those pirates from Norrington Sr.'s horror tales. Jack isn't evil. Jack has good manners. Jack is clever. Jack has his charm - and it works even on anti pirate people! (Groves and his "Best pirate I have ever seen OMG", Murtogg and Mullroy and their "Why won't we listen to Captain's advice and..."). Oh, for sure he has it. Joshamee Gibbs, a decent person and once a Navy's man joined his crew! And mr Gibbs seems to be happy with his new life. William Turner, the biggest cinnamon roll in the town - he met Sparrow and five minutes later they're best friends forever! And they have fun together. They have adventures together. They do friendly things for each other (Will defends Jack, he is ready to die for and with him!!!). Elizabeth Swann, the sweetest and wisest girl James has ever met, she... she is Jack's friend too! And she loves Will (a pirate!), she's going to marry Will! She is amongst pirates. She seems to be safe and happy with them. Papa Swann, even Papa Swann is now like "Err... I love Lizzie and Lizzie loves Will so I should love Will too, I guess. By the way, James, you can try to hunt Jack Sparrow and his pirates but Lizzie won't be happy, just saying".
Jack, Joshamee and their crew, Lizzie, Will... They all have now what James never had and what he still secretly wants (oh, I bet!). They have each other. They have friendship. They have love. They go where they want and do what their hearts want. They have freedom.
They are like found family having adventures, seeing places and sometimes being heroes to other people (being heroes without being someone's dogs). Being there for each other. Even when they lose something, they still have each other. They are brave in a way James can't be (oh, not yet). Strong, full of hope and so free. Always so free. Always so ready to fight.
They have it all. James at the end of COTBP has only his job and, still, his bitterness for pirates (so as always, nothing nice). James at the beginning of DMC has nothing. He lost ships, he lost career, he lost home and he's alone.
James' father and his society always were like "Pirates are outsiders, you are with us so you're a cool kid". But what if... when James looks at Lizzie, Will, Jack & Co, he thinks "No! THEY are cool kids and I feel like an outsider"? What if such thought hits him hard when he sees Jack's crew in that tavern? When he sees them again, after all what happened to him (and because of them). He sees them and they are like always: together, okay with their life no matter what, so damn strong and prepared for the future. They lose - they try again - they win. He always loses. He's always alone. What if that damn hurricane was a sign?
What if, when he sees them doing their things and when he's so alone and lost and so drunk... what if something inside him finally breaks?
And what if he joins them not only because of Lizzie wanting to help him and finally being his friend but first and foremost because he finally can do what he wants? He's free now (from his duties, from his father's ghost, from his society). He doesn't have to hunt pirates. Maybe he doesn't have to be so salty... He's lost. And he wants to belong. What if he can belong to their pirate pack? Oh, alcohol makes him very open.
So, do I make your crew or not? You haven't said where you're going. Somewhere nice?!
Somewhere nice would be great. Right, Jamie? You crave for nice things in your life. Being part of the pack would be nice, right?
James: Do I belong or NOT?! 😭
(but oh, soon he is sober and he looks like an outsider again, he watches Lizzie interacting with her pirates and looks like "How do they do all that friendship stuff? And... sea turtles? What sea turtles?! What are they talking about? They're so... I can't. I don't belong, I'm afraid. I'd better go back to previous life and..." 😢)
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Lookism Men x Artist! Reader 🖤🥀🎨Part 2
Warnings: None Genre: fluff ☁️ Reader is gender neutral (and in an established relationship with the character of choice :)
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Hudson Ahn (Ahn Hyung-Seong)
He doesn't really mind about your hobby as long if it's nothing too weird or bothersome. What matters is that you're having fun and you're comfortable with it.
Hudson will also be curious on how you managed to draw things. I think he'll kind of get close to you when he sees you drawing body anatomy and sketches of fighting poses. He really thinks it's cool. He also thinks it's very creative when you draw Shonen manga like Naruto, Bleach, One Piece, etc. (I headcannon that Hudson watches anime secretly since he thinks that the fighting scenes are so cool). But no matter what art style you're using, Hudson thinks that you're really talented especially when you're passionate about it.
He also doesn't mind it if you asked him for a picture so you can use him as a reference photo. Sure, he has other things to do like training with Taesoo but he guessed that a little break is not really a bad idea. He'll be looking forward for the results while he's away training and not seeing you for who knows how long. Taesoo will ask what he did on his breaks and he'll simply reply "I just spend time with Y/N. She/he just asked me to be her/his model for her/his sketch before I go. It's fine I guess".
And after a really long time of not meeting each other because of his missions and personal problems, he'll visit you again after beating some fucker's ass. He'll ask about your progress and if you're already finished it will make him surprised (though it's not obvious). He knows that it takes a lot of time and patience to make a good artwork just like training for combat, but he guessed that you're just so responsible at managing your time or you're just really good at it. After you gave him the sketch for him to take a good look at it, he'll be surprised on how you did a good job and he'll compliment it "It looks pretty". "Tha-Thank you. I wonder if you would want me to take pictures of you, if you don't mind". "Sure I've got nothing to do anyways". And if he's not satisfied, he'll give constructive criticism on it (though he won't ask for you to draw a new portrait of him since he doesn't like it when you get burned out). He'll also ask you to keep it since he can't promise that he can preserve it's beauty because of his work.
Hudson is your number one fan even though it's not really obvious at times. You're his precious cinnamon roll that he'll protect whoever tries to mess with you :).
Eli Jang (Jang Hyun)
Also your number one biggest fan (he still prioritizes a nice and helpful partner, but also having a talented someone can make his heart explode).
He also finds your own artsyle amazing whether you draw anime/cartoonish, realism/semi-realism, landscape, abstract or gory/horror (though don't show your gory art to Yenna she may cry her eyes out lmao). I headcannon that Eli himself likes drawing. When he's younger and when he was struggling with his personal issues, he would either hum songs that his mother used to sing to him or he would draw a picture of what a happy family looks like since he never got to experienced to be raised in a loving and accepting place, though he never finds it as his future career. But drawing makes him calm and express his negative emotions on a simple paper, so having a partner who also shares the same hobby as him makes you and Eli's bond a bit stronger. He also really admires how you took a simple activity into the next level like drawing everyday things or events in your style and interpretation.
He also doesn't mind it when you asked him for a picture for you to use it as a reference photo. Though expect for him to snap a photo with him holding his baby with that sweetest smile ever (he'll only do it though when you're super close with him). And after giving him your work he'll put it on a frame that hangs up on their home along with other pictures of the Hostel Members and yourself since he just found you very special, especially when you give him something that you made by yourself (he's very sentimental). "You're hanging it up on the wall?" you asked as he smiles while looking at your artwork of him holding Yenna. "Of course. Your works are beautiful and it means so much to me. My family is the most important thing in my life. You, Yenna and the others are like precious gems that needs to be protected and be taken care of. So I'll do my best to protect you even if it means in hurting others so all of you will be safe" "Damn, you actually sound like my parent/s". you replied back as his eyes widened at your reaction as Eli chuckled at your response. "I'm Hostel's Big Daddy after all". "And that's why I love you".
Eli also appreciates it when you babysit Yenna and teaching her how to color! Since Eli's really busy and tired balancing his high school life and fighting the other crews who tries to mess with his family, sometimes he can get a bit lazy of taking care of the little girl (But I don't think that he's a careless father he still spends his extra time with Yenna). But taking turns with him of taking care of the girl can be a relief of him, (though he doesn't assign you for watching out his child since he understands that you need to study too and have your personal space but he'll trust you more if you take care of her). He might even join drawing with the both of you! It can be a special bond and activity that you, Eli and Yenna will do every time you're both free and in the mood to take a break (the others will join too but it can be a mess yet still very fun!). "Yenna you drew a snowman! It looks so cute!" "BA BA Y/N!".
Eli really value you as a really good and supportive partner, so supporting you on your hobby is no big deal either.
Warren Chae (Chae Won Seok)
Fanboy #3. Seriously, he thinks that your talent/hobby is so cool!
Warren finds it fascinating how you draw. He also likes the concentrated face that you make when you're too serious of sketching your reference and not getting it right. "Y/N (why do you look so annoyed?)" he will ask curiously and peek through your sketchbook as you hide it pressing the paper on your chest. "It's nothing" "I noticed that the nose looks weird (like a penis)". "WARREN!"
Just like Zack, he'll feel so special when you asked him for a picture as a reference photo. He'll be so awkward about it lmao (he secretly wants you to draw him anyways soooo....). He'll be posing like an idiot while you scold him for doing a bad job as your personal model. "C'mon Warren act natural." "Like this?" then he'll put his hand on the back of his head with a pouty look making you sigh (though he doesn't like you getting pissed off by him so he'll try his best to be obedient but he just can't take things seriously sometimes lol).
And he'll be so hyped and excited to see your progress! He'll ask about your work if its finished almost every time, "Y/N (How's) the sketch? Is it done?" "No Warren, I haven't finished it yet I just need to add some details." "Okie (I'll wait for it!)" And if you are done and you gave it to him, his eyes will be that emoji ✨🥺✨because he's so amazed that you did a very good job with it! "WOAH Y/N YOU REALLY SLAYED THIS!" "Ye-Yeah thanks".
He will also flex you on Sally, Eli, Derek, Max, Heather heck even Olly. "Y/N so good at drawing (she/he's my everything)". "Yeah, that's why you're such a simp for her/him." "HEY! (BE QUIET!)".
If Warren is one of the approved simps, he'll be also your fan. Just seeing you happy and progressing your talents/skills and also as a good person really warms his heart >3 (keep up the good work!).
Johan Seong (Seong Yohan)
Okay he looks so angsty in this picture though (I just wanna see him happy for once).
If you're childhood friends with him, he'll be in shock and awe on how you managed to draw cute things. "WoW Y/N how are you so good at these stuff?" "Ha... Well, you just need some practice and patience in anything that you do you know. I'm not really good at first but I managed to pass the beginner level I guess". He will also look up to you as a role model especially if he's crushing on you. "I wanna be cool like Y/N too so I'll practice boxing just like Zack is doing right now!" . But if you met him after the God Dog arc he'll be more quiet and reserved. I can imagine the scenario, you and Johan with his dogs will be on the same park while he stares at you sketching something. He will be blushing and he will look away when you noticed him watching you doing your own thing (he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable). "Sorry are you alright sir?" "Ye-Yeah I'll go no-" "No it's alright really! There's no other seats in here and I noticed you watching me draw but it's okay." "You sure?" "Yeah. Your name?" and the rest is history.
Johan also doesn't mind it if you asked for a photo of him as a reference. Though I headcannon that he'll be mildly uncomfortable about it since he secretly feels insecure about himself. "You want a photo of me?" "Yes!" "What for?" he will ask bluntly but deep down he'll be screaming inside while his cheeks are rosy pink. His crush asking his photo? His day couldn't get any better. "Well I was out of ideas for my drawings and I thought that you'll be a perfect reference" you asked as he looks at you overthinking. What if you're secretly part of the Workers and you've been a spy all along so that you can share his information to Yoojin and destroy him. "Just promise me one thing." "Sure!" he leans closer to you making close contact making you blush. "You won't leak my photo everywhere, got it?" "Su-Sure. I promise".
He secretly likes it more when you draw him pictures of animals like dogs, especially Eden! (He's just like Vasco fr). "You drew this?" Johan asked checking out your work as you smiled back at him. "Yep! I think your dog is cute so I decided to draw her!" you replied cheerfully as he gave you a sly smirk, you look so cute when you give a happy expression to him it makes his day better. "Keep up the good work" Johan said while ruffling your hair.
Having a someone who is kind, warm hearted and also talented is a win for Johan. He can't help but to adore you!
#lookism x reader#lookism x y/n#lookism x you#lookism manhwa#lookism#lookism fic#johan seong x reader#eli jang x reader#warren chae x reader#hudson ahn x reader
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I finally made the fellowship some modern au picrew characters!
Behold:
Freddo the Frog (Frodo)
-mullet boi
-“please will you take this frog i have too many”
-Lives in baggy hoodies
-been through too much
-exists off of panic attacks and harmonicas
-loves frogs
Samantha (Sam)
-bee boy
-just wants to eat potatoes fr
-excellent cook
-cottagecore
-too pure for this world
-freddo frog’s husband
-the mum friend
Theres more ⬇️
Merry Poppins
-“bruh”
-is constantly in hospital from doing something stupid
-has never felt romantic attraction in his life and doesn’t want to
-tweedledumb
-idiot number 1
-soulmates with pipe’n
-high out of his mind
Pipe’n (pippin)
-tweedledumber
-also too pure for this world
-chaotic good
-doesn’t know why he’s there but is thrilled anyway
-is very pretty but nobody realises :(
-demiromantic
-is also in hospital with merry poppins and probably aided in putting him in hospital
-idiot number 2
-also high out of his mind
-absolute menace when drunk
-arguably the best of the hobbits in the fellowship
Aragay (aragorn)
-bisexual disaster
-constantly sleep deprived
-chronically outside
-has fabulous hair idc what you say
-broromir’s husband
-probably on meth tbh
-drinks 12 espressos a day
-shares his jumper (sweater for Americans) with broromir
-very swag
-the second best hobbit father
-what every man should be
Broromir
-the bisexual disaster’s bisexual disaster
-aragay’s husband
-jock
-also has fabulous hair
-father is a crackhead
-the first best hobbit father
-people should love him more
-wears aragay’s “sweater” religiously
-dog whisperer
-looks like he could kill you but is really a cinnamon roll
-did not deserve to die
-never skips leg day
Gimlegend
-short king
-natural sprinter
-nobody tosses a dwarf
-super underrated
-married to legman
-would give superb hugs
-an actual legend
-drinks iron brew
-not so good with leg day
Legman (legolas)
-owns a collection of my little pony magazines
-sassy asshole
-doesn’t even need leg day (he is the legman himself)
-fabulous hair guy number three
-takes 45 minutes to shower
-takes “which disney princess are you” quizzes on buzfeed
-married to gimlegend
-secretly besties with his father
-aragay’s wingman
-the third bisexual disaster but not as disastrous
-has started at least three house fires
-20/20 vision
-they’re taking the hobbits to isengard
#frodo#samwise gamgee#merry brandybuck#pippin#aragorn#boromir#gimli#legolas#lotr#picrew#lotr memes#gigolas#samfro#borogorn
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Class 1A as Baristas at a Coffee Shop
TW: this is aged up bc there’s references to alcohol and 🍃, so if you’re a child of god then read no further 💀 also mineta isn’t included because i hate him, and you should too 😊
A/N: i’m a barista so i’m qualified to make these claims. also i know i haven’t written any of my actual requests. i’m depressed and my life is chaotic. besides this is just for fun and didn’t really take much effort so leave me alone 😤
midoriya:
literally the best barista boy on the planet
his customer service skills are GOD-TIER
even when a customer is being rude to him, he’s just such a lil cinnamon roll back to them and kills them with his kindness
has amazing relationships with all the regulars, completely memorizes all their names and orders
legit has full conversations with them
“hey carl, how’s the wife doin’?”
“welcome back emily, did you get into that university you told me about?”
“good afternoon joyce, how’d your husband’s gallbladder surgery go?”
comes up with really creative drinks to use for the monthly specials
is secretly all of the managers favorites because he just works so hard (even bakugou’s)
whips through all the cleaning so fast at the end of the day
todoroki: “okay so we need to wash the utensils, mop the floors, and clean the espresso machine…”
midoriya: “oh, i already did all that todoroki!” 😊
loves coffee but is very sensitive to the caffeine so the managers have to make sure he doesn’t have more than two shots a day 💀
bakugou:
one of the managers
honestly the least likely person you’d expect to be a barista
can only work morning shift bc he goes to sleep at 8:30 (nerd)
his customer service SUCKS but he’s literally so good at his job they can’t really fire him
he just hardly ever runs the cash register and assigns it to one of the more sunshine-y baristas (usually deku or uraraka)
not usually trusted with training new recruits bc he’s such a bully
if a customer is being rude to one of the baristas he won’t hesitate to clap back, because HE’S the only one allowed to bully his employees 😤
uraraka will just step away from the cash register and go “bakugou i need your help with something” and he whips around with the most deadly grimace
bakugou: “is there a problem, sir?”
customer: “n-no problem here, the coffee tastes great” 😄
god forbid one of them gets snappy on one of the rare occasions he works the register
customer: “i demand to see your manager!”
bakugou: “you’re lookin’ at him, dumbass”
damn near explodes when some white girl comes through wanting a mocha caramel latte-cino made with skim milk and no whipped cream in a medium cup with the same amount of coffee as a small so she can stir in her own nutmeg
doesn’t give a single fuck about regulations if he thinks they’re unnecessary
iida: “bakugou, the health department says these bagels have to be thrown away after six days!”
locks the doors ten minutes before closing time and won’t let anyone else in
bakugou: “i don’t give a damn what the health department says, i’m not throwing away six perfectly good bagels!”
punched the espresso machine one time when it wasn’t working and it fucking exploded 💀
iida made him walk across town to buy a new one
todoroki:
another one of the managers
is tasked with training the majority of the new recruits since bakugou cant
the most level-headed chill person to have around during a rush, he never loses his head
can instantly correct someone’s order if they mistakenly got a hot or iced coffee
customer: “excuse me, i ordered this coffee iced.”
todoroki: “oh i’m so sorry, lemme just-“ *touches the cup with his right hand and it fills with ice* “there ya go”
OR
customer: “i don’t mean to be a bother, but i wanted a hot coffee and this is iced.”
todoroki: “yeah gimmie a sec-“ *heats up the cup with his left hand and melts the ice* “should be good now”
likes macchiatos because the separated milk and coffee reminds him of his hair 🥺
pisses off the rude customers with his indifference
customer: “i’ll just take my business elsewhere!”
todoroki: “okay well, it’s your money so you can do what you want with it”
gets flirted with all the time but is too oblivious to notice
kaminari: “dude that girl TOTALLY just gave you her number”
todoroki: “nah she probably just wrote it down in case we needed a survey” *throws it away*
kaminari wants to go off on him but he racks in a lot of money in tips for all of them to split so he keeps quiet
iida:
general manager from hell
runs the shop like it’s the fucking army
really nice if you follow all the regulations tho 😀
he’s the best person to have around during a rush because he just kicks his engines into maximum overdrive and speeds through all the orders
also does deliveries on the side because he’s a fast boi
tried to implement a demerit system, but bakugou took one look at the poster and tore it off the wall 💀
everyone prays to god that they get scheduled with momo instead of him
constantly taps the other workers on the shoulder to hand them a wash cloth and a spray bottle and goes “if you’ve got time to lean, you’ve got time to clean”
everyone acts like they hate him, but when he gave a really touching speech at the christmas party everyone started crying
also organized the secret santa
ends up apologizing to customers for bakugou’s terrible customer service and hands them like a thousand coupons
uraraka:
customer service skills only come second to midoriya’s
she’s a DELIGHT to talk to
even at 7 am when you’re sleep deprived and caffeine deficient, the sight of her smiling face behind the counter will cheer you up :)
during a rush she forgets not to grab the receipts with all five fingers, so they’ll just start floating everywhere
bakugou: “hey round face, all my orders are on the ceiling!”
uraraka: “oh shoot, sorry!” *puts hands together* “release!”
draws cute little pictures on all the chalkboards 🥰
somehow knows exactly what a customer would like when they ask her to recommended something? people start wondering if that’s her real superpower
ironically doesn’t like the taste of coffee… her favorite drink is a hot chocolate with whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles
tsuyu:
only got the job to be closer to her best friend uraraka but ends up really enjoying it
gets nervous talking to customers so she mostly just sticks to making the drinks
has to be reminded not to grab things with her tongue because it’s against the health code 💀
when a customer is rude to her the ENTIRE team gets pissed at them, because she’s an angel and must be protected 😤
hates when people watch her make their drinks (she gets anxious 🥺)
pretty much the baby of the shop, whenever she accidentally burns herself steaming milk everyone rushes over like “OH MY GOD TSU ARE YOU OKAY?!?!”
kirishima:
one of the only two baristas trained by bakugou, so he ends up being really good at making coffee
is able to memorize large orders really quickly
“alright i’ve got a skinny macchiato no whip, iced dirty chai with oat milk and an added shot, two americanos extra hot, and a vanilla frappe?”
is the designated carrier of the cold brew kegs
AND the delivery boxes
AND the milk jugs
pretty much anything that’s heavy, he happily carries it
eventually becomes a team trainer, which suits him perfectly because he’s always boosting the team’s morale
bakugou giving the morning debrief: “alright guys, today’s gonna be super busy, and it’s gonna suck.”
kirishima: “SO LETS GET OUT THERE AND DO OUR BEST! I KNOW WE CAN DO IT!” 😆
kaminari:
the OTHER only employee that was trained by bakugou
tries so hard to flirt with customers but fails miserably
is really good at making coffee but he makes a decent amount of mistakes, like using the wrong milk or making drinks hot instead of iced (good thing we have todoroki!)
also wanted to become a team trainer but couldn’t pass the servsafe exam 😀
hooked himself up the espresso machine after bakugou broke it so they could use it until he came back with a new one 💀
does stupid shit with kirishima whenever the shop is dead
bakugou walked in on them making a castle out of cups and knocked it over, then screamed at them to get back to work
conveniently goes to the bathroom every time a huge group of people walks in
sneaks his phone in the bathroom with him
is also a chronic stoner and can’t get through a shift without hitting his pen
he accidentally left it in his apron one night and the next day iida gave everyone a talk about paraphernalia in the workplace
and everyone just had to act like they didn’t know it was kaminari’s 🤡
sero:
only has this job to pay for weed
is basically a glorified janitor because he’s not good at making coffee at ALL
he tries tho 😗
has the worst memory ever
customer: “can i get a small hot vanilla cappuccino?”
sero: “yeah so a large iced mocha frappe?”
customer: “no… a small hot vanilla cappuccino…”
sero: “yeah, that’s totally what i said.” 😀
also can’t remember how to make drinks to save his life
sero: “i’m sorry but what the hell is the difference between an iced coffee and an iced latte?”
bakugou: “OH MY GOD IVE TOLD YOU LIKE A HUNDRED TIMES”
goes to take out the trash with kaminari and they don’t come back for like twenty minutes
and when they do they’re coughing up a storm and reeking of weed 💀 like they don’t even try to hide it
would have gotten fired months ago if they weren’t so short staffed
mina:
is also a team trainer because she’s good with people
tries to get everyone to hang out outside of work, and she usually succeeds
made everyone go to karaoke and get drunk together
iida was QUITE the life of the party after a few drinks, and she evilly videotaped it all
makes memes about the managers and sends them to the barista group chat
spontaneously starts dancing while working, even when there’s customers
drinks like eight shots of espresso a day
is also the shop’s social media manager
constantly takes pictures of everyone and posts them on the shop’s instagram
jirou:
manages the shop playlist
kaminari tried to get her to put a bunch of inappropriate rap songs on it but she didn’t want iida to get mad
sings to herself throughout the entire shift, everyone thinks it’s really cute
except bakugou, he isn’t afraid to tell her to shut up
only drinks black coffee, she doesn’t like milk or sugar
always spices up her uniform with cool accessories and jewelry
she’s not going to sacrifice her individuality for a corporate position 😌 (even if iida constantly lectures her… momo didn’t want to hear it anymore so she started scheduling jirou with her)
momo:
assistant general manager
everyone loves her, she’s an amazing boss
always releases the schedule two weeks ahead of time
is everyone’s barista crush
literally, a new man asks her out every day
is in charge of keeping inventory and ordering ingredients, she’s good at math so everything is always well stocked
is super nice to all the new employees she trains
is a tea enthusiast
sources a bunch of fancy tea and recommends it to the customers
she’s actually garnered a few coffee converts, no one is really able to say no to her pretty face 🥰
never gets made at anyone for requesting time off, in fact she’ll excitedly ask them ab their plans
also never guilts anyone for being sick and not coming into work
pretty much everyone’s mom, if anyone comes in looking upset she’s immediately like “okay what’s wrong, tell me right now”
hagakure:
sneaks up on people all the time
like someone will go up the counter to get their coffee and just see a floating apron
customer: “um, i ordered a latte and-“
hagakure: “yeah, it’s right here!” 😄
customer: “OH MY GOD-“
LOVES to gossip with mina
always has way too much energy early in the morning
*todoroki barely being able to keep his eyes open as he unlocks the door*
hagakure: “AYO SHOTO ARE YOU READY TO OPEN THIS COFFEE SHOP?!?!”
aoyama:
refuses to wear a hair net
DEVOURS croissants
wants to put cheese on the menu, and doesn’t care at all that it’s a coffee shop
buys fresh flowers to put on all the tables 🥰
one day the open sign burnt out so bakugou made him shine his navel laser though it 💀
goes on his phone during his shift ALL the time, and never listens to iida when he yells at him to put it away
tokoyami:
everyone likes being scheduled with him because he’s basically two baristas
“hey dark shadow, can you make this order for me while i stock the bakery case?”
wants to be emo like jirou and only drink black coffee, but can’t stand the taste
“yeah jirou, we’re the only strong ones in the shop!” *dumps three creams and five sugars in his coffee when no one’s looking*
made everyone wear costumes for halloween and handed out candy to customers
purposefully messes up rude customers’ orders 💀
like if they ask for almond milk he’ll put in whole milk so they shit themselves
or if they want it skinny he’ll use the regular syrups so they get sugar overload
doesn’t know how to answer the phone
customer: “is this my hero coffee academia?”
tokoyami: “no, this is fumikage.” *hangs up*
almost has a meltdown everytime he spills something, has to lock himself in the freezer to calm down before walking back out like nothing happened
only works night shift for obvious reasons
shouji:
multitasking king
all his arms allow him to do different things at once
him and iida are the speed demons of the shop, so when the two of them work together everything gets done in like two seconds
iida will be running around making all the orders while shouji is cleaning everything all at once
is pretty much everyone’s therapist, he’s just so easy to vent to
gives the best advice
is so huge and intimidating that there’s hardly ever any rude customers during his shift
koda:
gets so upset every time a bug is killed in the kitchen
koda: “NO PLEASE HE HAS A FAMILY”
momo: “koda i understand this is hard for you, but we cannot have a spider roaming freely around the food”
squeals whenever a customer leaves their dog outside
he’ll be standing at the window with his hands pressed up against the glass and tears in his eyes
todoroki: *sigh* “you can go pet the dog if you want-“
koda: “THANK YOU” *sprints out the door*
starts buying dog treats to give to the owners, he even offers to put them in a little cup of whipped cream 🥺
gets sato to make some vegan baked goods :)
ojiro:
cant spell customers’ names right to save his life
ojiro: “alright, can i get a name for this?”
customer: “yeah, it’s brian with a y!”
ojiro: “got it!” *writes yrian*
or he just writes the wrong name altogether
sharon is now shannnon
tyler is now tyson
jack is now jake
let’s kaminari fluff his tail when he gets overstimulated during a rush 🥺
is constantly apologizing to everyone for accidentally bumping into them with it
sato:
the faithful head baker
comes in at 4 am everyday to prep the baked goods
always asks everyone if they have any special requests <3
customers are constantly complimenting the stuff he makes and asking who made them
the baristas just smile and they’ll them that their baker sato made them, and if he’s still there, they’ll drag him out to accept the compliments 🥰
isn’t very good at asking for help, but hagakure and aoyama are always around to frost donuts or decorate cupcakes when he’s running behind :)
(BONUS) aizawa:
the area coach that stops by every so often to make sure everything is running up to standard
everyone is really scared of him but he honestly doesn’t give a single fuck so long as they’re not serving trash
only comes by during the night shift because he refuses to wake up early
and of course that’s when they least expect him
iida and momo are just nervously leading him around the shop while kirishima and kaminari are sprinting to the kitchen to throw away all the expired food 💀
tells them they’ll get shut down if they don’t get enough customer surveys, which makes everyone panic and hand them out with every order
they still didn’t have enough so sero and mina were in the back filling them out the day they were due 🤡
turns out they were never going to get shut down, he just lied to them so they’d push surveys 🙃
#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#bnha headcannons#mha headcanons#mha memes#bnha memes#bnha funny#mha funny#my hero headcanons#bakugou katsuki#izuku midoriya#shoto todoroki#iida tenya#ochaco uraraka#kirishima eijirou#denki kaminari#tsuyu asui#hanta sero#mina ashido#kyoko jirou#momo yaoyozoru#aizawa shouta
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Would they play D&D?
Most people would be surprised to find out that Captain Price is a forever DM if they didn’t know him. But he’s been playing since 3.5E, and while he doesn’t have much opportunity to play anymore, it wouldn’t be hard to convince him to sit down for a session if he had the time. He’d usually choose to play pre-written modules, but tweak them as he’d see fit. He misses it a lot. However, he will never—repeat for emphasis, NEVER—DM a game for the 141 ever again.
Laswell played with Price a couple times before the job took over both their lives. And actually, Laswell and her wife both played, mostly because the Mrs. batted her eyelashes and convinced Kate to try it out. Their minis, a half-elf ranger and a gnome druid, still sit on a shelf at home cuddling romantically. Laswell knows why Price won’t DM for the 141 from his own firsthand account, but was not there for the catastrophe.
The first time Alejandro played, it was because Rudy made a bet with him about something unrelated and won. Rudy used to play as a kid with some other children from his neighborhood, and he liked DMing partly for the power and partly because he’s always been a cinnamon roll who likes to make sure everyone has fun. Alejo meanwhile played a human fighter, because Rudy told him it was the easiest to play. Alejo fell in love instantly with the game, but none of Los Vaqueros ever have time.
Graves played a TON of D&D in high school but quit cold turkey right before enlisting. He is horribly embarrassed by it and will deny even knowing his old campaign buddies. Phil thinks that Real and True and Good soldiers don’t do cringe shit like that, because they’re doing the COOL shit in real life. He’s been meaning to throw away those dice for years, and keeps telling himself he could probably make ok money if he just sold them instead. He played a human paladin all the way up to level 20.
He likes D&D a lot, but Gaz actually prefers Blades in the Dark or Monster of the Week. He has a lot of opinions about the virtues of d6 gaming systems over what he thinks is an overly-complex ruleset that involves dice with so many goddamn sides, and really, D&D doesn’t support as large a variety of playing styles and—hey, where are you going?? Anyway, he likes to play tieflings, and vacillates between bard and sorcerer. (Also he secretly and desperately wants to play Honey Heist with the 141. Ever since That Fateful Night, he knows it will never happen. It continues to disappoint him.)
Ghost has played once. Only once. Soap convinced him, and by convinced I mean he annoyed Ghost about it into submission. And Ghost wants to play again, actually, but he will literally jump off a cliff before admitting it, because it was That Fateful Night when Price ran the session for 141 which would go down in history as the worst time Price has ever had including active combat. Ghost played a half-orc barbarian, and secretly read through the entire PHB the week leading up to the session.
And finally, and perhaps not surprisingly, Soap is the reason Price will never DM for the task force ever again. Soap is a rule of cool kind of man, plays dwarf and halfling barbarians almost exclusively, and is practically allergic to the PHB, which is ironic because he’s so FUCKING good at minmaxing. This clashes with Price’s very rules-lawyery DMing style, and Soap doesn’t know how to not pick a fight over dumb rules like having to roll survival checks when he wants to know what time it is in-game.
Soap was not, it should be said, actually trying to come to blows with Price—taking the piss out of people is a Scottish love language—but Price had been tired. Price had been on his last cigar. And Price already spent too much goddamn time with these men. The fourth time Soap declared that he wanted to do some especially dumb bullshit that he would absolutely need to make a cascade of d20 rolls for, Price just folded up his makeshift DM screen (a couple of manila folders) and hit the fucking bricks. No one brings up That Fateful Night, but no one will ever forget it.
Bonus: Valeria would shove any D&D player she ever met into a locker. And honestly, they should thank her for it.
#cod mw22#cod mwii#cod mw2#call of duty mw22#mw2 2022#mw2 fanfic#mw2 imagine#cod:mw2#call of duty mw2#modern warfare 2 headcanons#mw2#mwii#call of duty: modern warfare 2#modern warfare imagine#cod imagine#incorrect call of duty#price#laswell#cw: graves#alejo#rudy#gaz#ghost#soap#valeria#og post
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Honest question. I genuinely believe Neji was falling in love with Hinata. If he lived how do you think he would have told her?
Oh, of course he was 🥰 my little cinammon roll Neji was head over heels for Hinata and he sort of confessed in a way, IMO, when he said it seemed his life wasn't his (after HE gave HIS life to save HINATA'S).
But had he survived (and he will definitely on my AU) that wouldn't be enough, of course.
Honestly, I think is not the type to confess just like that, I think it would take a long time for Neji and Hinata to end up together.
First, Hinata would reflect more on what Neji did and what it meant, and she would found herself feeling something for him although she might not recognise it for what it is at first. Hinata had a crush on Naruto during her childhood, so she needs to grow from it and recognise that kind of irrational infatuation although sweet is not real love. Then, after she comes to terms with that, she would start recognizing that her feelings for Neji are a lot more mature and deeper than that crush of her past.
About Neji, I think he wouldn't want to confess because he wouldn't want to pressure Hinata in any way to retrieve his feelings, and maybe Neji thinks Hinata still have feelings for Naruto because 1) Hinata was ready to give her life for Naruto just as he himself almost died for her. 2) Hinata doesn't openly talks about her feelings so just in the way she didn't admit her crush on Naruto before, she's not going to say she had grown over it for a while. I think Neji would notice though, little by little, by watching her actions and reactions closely as he had always done.
And after some time they'd start noticing the tension and attraction between them, but none would want to admit it and even less to believe their feelings are reciprocated because these two cinnamon rolls think the other is too good for them (they both are the best 🩷).
It would be a matter of time for one of them not to resist and confess, and I like to think it is Hinata under the right circumstances. Neji would be stupified for a second before grabbing her face and kiss her as an answer (Oh, for how long he had dreamt of kissing her! 🥺).
Ofc eventually they will talk about it, but for that moment I think that's enough, to be together and to know they both love each other,like a dream come true 🩷 (I'm a romantic at heart, sorry).
BONUS: By the time they confess and all that, the rest of Konoha 11+ will have noticed they are both in love with each other (for a while actually) and be secretly rooting for them. Some maybe even try to subtly tease them about it.
#nejihina#neji hyuga#hinata hyuga#neji x hinata#hyugacest#hyuga clan#neji#hyuga#naruto#Hinata#lovely asks
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Hey there! Sorry it's kind of late, but I just remembered I said I'd send you a follow up ask about your dislike for the monster mom from Undertale when you had more time. But if you still don't have the time or just aren't feeling up to it, absolutely no worries! Hope you have a nice Friday!
I FORGOT ABOUT THIS
But yeah I really don't like her at all and it's maybe bcs I'm projecting some baggage onto her or smthn, but basically I went into Undertale completely blind bcs my friend told me I should experience it as fresh as possible, the only hint I got was "try not to kill anyone", so from my perspective here's what the beginning of the game was like(also forgive me if anything is out of order plot wise, I've only played the game once and it was seven years ago):
- Okay, the main character I'm playing as has clearly fallen into some sort of fantasy world, alright, games probably gonna be about us finding our way home then, cool!
- Oh, there's a goat lady?? Who's....acting like she's my mom??? Weird, I don't know her at all, and I super don't trust her bcs in fantasy stories like this you gotta watch out for characters who seem super nice but secretly want to keep you trapped "for your own good". It's a classic trope, so I'm :/ about her.
- Oh god she's being so overbearing and way too nice ugh I already don't like pushy tutorial npcs and she's def giving me bad vibes now, she's probably going to try to trap me here. All of this nice stuff feels culty and dangerous and weird, and there's this creeping dread, eugh...
- I hate butterscotch. I told her I preferred cinnamon bcs I don't like butterscotch, but now I have to eat it anyway, so she's not listening to me. So she's acting like my mom while creating an environment where my desires and preferences are not prioritized. This sucks.
- There were other kids down here maybe? What happened to them? Hmmm I think I'm in Danger.
- Eh, her house is nice but it's so empty...I don't like it here. She's refusing to talk to me about where I am or tell me how to leave, and she's kinda like demanding I just give up and live here with her and absolutely acting like she's my mom now, so yeah def trying to trap me here, I guess I'm a kidnapping victim. We gotta figure out a way to get the fuck out of here this place is culty and weird and too happy and I hate it.
- And she's trying to stop us! I knew it.
- And now she's kinda guilt tripping me! Wow yeah we REALLY need to leave.
- Fight time, but I'm not supposed to kill so I guess we just push forward? Eugh she's trying to make me feel bad for her but I don't. I just want to leave!
- Oh okay the fight is over? And she's telling me...that I can never come back?? This lady full on kidnapped me and started acting like my mom and now she's ditching me?? Bcs SHE'S too sad?? Oh my god, that's so fucking mean! I'm not even allowed to call her? Not that I wanted to, but she's just full on cutting me off?? Listen you either want to be my mom or you don't, if you're gonna commit, then fucking commit! You don't get to just act like you love me and then rip it all away! Jesus, this sucks. Okay, well fuck you too lady, I'm leaving, see ya never I hope!
And then I got really emotionally invested in everyone else and especially Asgore bcs I love a tragic king who is trying to do what's right even if it involves horrible things and losing every thing and everyone he loves, but hey at least he's being up front about it! And not lying to me or anything! I appreciate the honesty.
But then she showed up at the end of the game and I was just like oh god she's back fucking yikes. And she's acting like she's better than Asgore?? And he's listening?? Damn also she's totally okay with murder since she just told him he could have taken one human soul and crossed the barrier, so she doesn't even have the moral high ground on that, so she's a coward and so fake wtf, oh god now she's acting like my mom again, fucking great. I'm running as soon as the credits roll.
So yeah....I was VERY surprised when I went online and saw how everyone loved her so much, cuz to me she's just a rude weird control freak lady who tried to trap me in purgatory alone with her forever and then acted like I was the bad guy for asking to leave before Completely Abandoning me. And maybe it's due to some trauma I've been through or smthn, I think it probably is tbh, but I just cannot bring myself to see her as anything but a weirdo who pretended to love me and then abandoned me the second I asserted a single boundary.
And that's why I don't like Toriel.
#tbh I have a LOT of baggage and trauma re: Parents so that colors my view of characters who are parents#but I just don't like her#undertale salt#uh#ask to tag#I guess??
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Hi! I really love the way you write Scrap Baby and Circus Baby, it's really accurate and REALLY in character, something a lot of other writers lack. You're really good. Would you mind giving us some Baby headcanons? Not an x reader, just a look inside her mind and stuff. I'd like to see your take on how Elizabeth effects her.
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~𝓒𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓾𝓼 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 General Headcanons~
YES LOVELY!!! I love this so much I did it before my other requests MWAHAHAHAAAAA!
~Enjoy~
★★★★
𝓒𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓾𝓼 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂
★★★★
~Circus Baby IS NOT Elizabeth Afton- yes, the animatronic is possessed by her, but it seems that even Baby isn't aware of who Elizabeth really was. Elizabeth only gave the animatronic consciousness, and awareness of the world around her, meaning that Baby does not think or act like her. She thinks for herself and is independent. Her actions are her actions, not Elizabeth's.
~"A little girl, standing by herself...."
~"I still hear her sometimes...."
~Poor thing feels bad for Elizabeth.
~"....There was screaming for a moment...But only for a moment. Then other children rushed in again, but they couldn't hear her over the sounds of their own excitement."
~"Why did that happen...?"
~Multiple times it shows that she doesn't really even know who Elizabeth is.
~Not only that, but she specifically says,
"I don't recognize you...."
to Michael. If Elizabeth were in control, she'd know it's her brother.
~Now Scrappy on the other hand (Scrappy is my nickname for Scrap Baby 💜) is aware of Elizabeth, and Elizabeth even shines through the character a few times.
~"I will make you proud, Daddy!"
(If you sexualize that line I'm kicking your ass, darling)
~Baby does not have the mind of a child...She learns. She is not a little girl, despite Elizabeth giving her consciousness.
~"Ballora never learns...but I do."
~"There's something very important that I've learned how to do over time. Do you know what that is? How...to pretend."
~Baby is much smarter than people give her credit for...
~Baby really doesn't want to hurt anybody- She does want to make children happy! But, despite her sweet nature, she is NOT a little cinnamon roll with innocent intensions. She obviously will do ANYTHING to get out of that Pizzeria. When she wants something, she will do anything to get it- including gaining one's trust, just to practically betray them in the end. Baby is aware of her intensions throughout the entire Sister Location game.
~"I kidnapped you....."
~She thinks she's in the right. She'd guilt trip Michael for not letting her and her friends use his skin. Baby thinks that's the right thing to do! Why wouldn't he help? How cruel. He's wrong, not her. She deserves freedom....He's had his freedom long enough. He won't die. He's fine. She deserves this. She needs this.
~Baby is also very bossy...To the point where the other Funtimes literally kicked her out of Ennard.
~She clearly enjoyed her time on stage, as well, proving that she really is a sweetheart, obviously programmed to be like that despite her behavior in Sister Location, and she clearly enjoyed telling Michael about when she was performing.
~"I was covered in glitter...I smelled like birthday cake!"
~She seems absolutely oblivious to the fact she's being evil.
~Baby is bossy, self-entitled, manipulative, and incredibly ambitious.
~But, Baby is also very sweet at the same time...One could call her two-faced.
~Depending on how much she likes somebody, she could either be genuinely kind, or she could be secretly plotting how to use you to get advantage.
~Scrappy has all of this, but she doesn't try to hide her intensions behind a mask of kindness. She's accepted her role. She knows what she was made for.
~"give us your skin, michael"
~jk she didn't say that
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NO MATTER WHAT BABY IS STILL SUCH A BABY AND WE LOVE HER 💜💞💜💞💜 EVEN IF SHE A LIL BIT FRICKED UP. MY FAVORITE FRICKED UP BABY
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#fnaf#five nights at Freddy's#sister location#FNAF sister location#Circus Baby#baby#FNAF Headcanons#Headcanons#fanfic#FNAF x reader#pink's fanfic
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I wanted to finish another drawing during @polyshipweek (inspired by various prompts, including Cinnamon Roll Protection Squad from Nozle's ship dynamics meme), but it didn't get past the sketch stage. I'll still share it, together with some hcs (slightly nsfw and kinky ones included) for an AU in which these five got entangled with each other in more ways than just crime solving.
Tang Fan:
Firmly believes that he is the littlest cinnamon roll of all cinnamon rolls and behaves accordingly. Would do anything for his friends. Now that he has more than one brat tamer at his disposal, it does not make him any less needy. The only one he is secretly afraid of is Ding Rong, knowledge that Wang Zhi is frequently using against him. With his dramatic antics he suffers the most prettily, so he is the most common to get wrecked (and makes it everyone's problem). Doesn't accept anything less than three bowls of noodles as aftercare.
Wang Zhi:
The actual cinnamon roll, but in denial (no one should dare to imply that towards him). It is not always easy to encompass the conflicting facts that he is both the youngest of the group and the 2nd most powerful man in the dynasty. Is making strides towards learning what he wants and deserves, but easily bristles when his inexperience becomes apparent. Has developed a habit of showing up at anyone's door at any time out of the blue and has no qualms to take up the most space in bed, even though he is by far the smallest. He has become the biggest flirt and the most touchy-feely once he learned how nice it is to have such a big, loving family.
Ding Rong:
Nobody really knows what he does most of the time. He is married to his job, aka Wang Zhi, a room full of meticulously sorted jars and 2 1/2 skeletons. Anyone who wants to get it on with Wang Zhi needs to get past Ding Rong's intense glare first. When they all get together, he is both the one who makes sure that everyone has all the oils, towels and implements they need, as well as the service top who is the last man standing at the end of a long night. He is also the kinkiest of the lot, his intricate knowledge of the human body combined with his sadistic tendencies make him light up as soon as any kind of edge play is mentioned. Might start to silently cry when held tightly for longer than 30 seconds.
Jia Kui:
After his retirement plan got forcefully cancelled, Jia Kui still doesn't quite know why he's here (tbh, same), but somehow, to his even greater bewilderment, everyone seems to love him (also same), even though he rarely talks and is mostly just there. He finds it kinda nice, though. Jia Kui gives the best of hugs and likes to join Sui Zhou in the kitchen, where they bond over cooking and military trauma.
Sui Zhou:
Similar to Jia Kui he isn't quite sure how he got roped into this new, big family life, but their community helps him to cope with his ptsd. It's hard to take his nightmares too seriously when burried amongst a heap of blissfully snooring men. He is appreciated by everyone for his cooking skills and his generosity, loyalty and his unobtrusive, pleasant company (as well as his great physique). He has learned that he does not mind sharing Tang Fan, in fact, it gives him fuzzy warm feels to know he is enjoying himself.
One would think that with five handsome guys there is a lot of action in the various bedrooms - however, given the stressful lives they lead, usually everyone just passes out as soon as they find a moment to lie down. With their youthful energy Tang Fan and Wang Zhi are the two most likely to initiate anything. The times when Sui Zhou and Jia Kui happen to get it on together are special highlights and have the others watching in awe (because clearly, they are a sight to behold!). In his efficiency Wang Zhi has tried to schedule regular sexy times, but after the third attempt failed due to some emergency or imperial affair getting in the way, he has now resolved to simply send out carriages to pull everyone away from whatever they are doing whenever he's in the mood. He has also now reserved a much bigger private suite at Huanyi Lou for such occasions.
#the sleuth of ming dynasty#tsomd#tang fan#sui zhou#wang zhi#ding rong#jia kui#cinnamon roll protection squad#accidental family acquisition#queerplatonic partners#polyshipweek23
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