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emotionoitme · 9 months

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i feel like carmy would go feral if you wore anything that marked you as his in a way. a necklace with his initial, a tattoo of his name, etc. it would be so hot to him and turn him on to no end

ABSOLUTELY HE WOULD strap in because i have a few thoughts about this one

it starts with him biting and sucking your neck a little hard, enough to leave a purple mark the next morning. when he noticed it he felt an surge run through him, reminiscent of pride; a possessiveness, almost as if he had marked you as his. after that, he couldn’t stop, trying to make sure there’s always a bruise from his lips somewhere on your body.

one day he came up to you dressing in front of the mirror, eyes scanning over you. he had made an offhand comment about how quickly your skin heals, examining your neck and chest, almost sounding slightly disappointed. his tone had let it slip to you that he had been intentionally bruising you for others to see, which wasn’t something you were entirely opposed to.

this prompted you to go to a jewelry store nearby and find a necklace with a gold charm of a dainty letter c. you didn’t say anything, just put it on and waited until he noticed.

when he pushed your shirt up over your head that night, his breath audibly hitched, gaze falling over the new jewelry, finger coming up to lightly trace it. a smile grew on his face, eyes darting up to yours. “what’s this?” he asks, brows raised in surprise. you don’t respond, just keep his eye contact and smirk a bit. carmy leans forward, hungrily crashing his lips to yours, hands grabbing, fire ignited within him at the small gesture.

he was fascinated at how seeing such simple things like hickeys or necklaces with his initial on you electrified him from the inside out; knowing that if he wasn’t with you others would surely know you belonged to someone.

the final straw was almost two years into dating, when you had come home from a night out with a big grin on your face, announcing that you had a surprise for him. you’d been drinking a bit that night, and finally had the courage to commit to something you’d been thinking of for a while. you stand in front of the curious man, slowly taking your shirt off. he sits back, smile growing on his face at the direction this surprise was going in. his eyes quickly fall over the shiny protective patch on your ribcage, eyebrows furrowing a bit, leaning forward to examine. on your skin, slightly raised, were small cursive letters that spelled out his name.

his gaze darts up to yours, eyes widened, seeing the grin on your face. “do you like it?” you ask, head tilting a bit. he feels as if the breath had been sucked from his lungs, blood immediately rushing through his body to his nether regions. he stares at it so intensely you almost think he doesn’t like it, until he mutters out a breathy “fuck,” bringing his hands to either side of your hips, pulling you on top of him. you straddle his legs, staring into his blown pupils, him rubbing circles into your hipbone.

“you got that just for me?” he asks, almost in disbelief, voice low, inching in closer to your face. you nod, entranced by the smell of his deodorant, the slight smokiness lingering on his lips.

“just for you,” you whisper, teasing the your lips against the side of his mouth, softly kissing. his grip on you tightens, pulling your hips forward, rubbing your clothed core against the strain of his jeans.

he fucked you HARD that night

“who you belong to?” snapping his hips against your ass, pressing you into the mattress by the arch of your back, hand splaying out wide over the flesh of your skin. your moans ring melodious to his ears, shifting his thrusts upwards to hit that sweet spot that undoes you every time.

you let out a cry, “you, carmy,” hands gripping the sheets beneath you, breasts rubbing against the fabric and heightening the sensation of your oncoming orgasm, “i belong to you.”

he grabs either side of your waist, careful not to brush over the new tattoo, smirking at your tone of voice. “yeah, you fuckin’ do,” rhythm of his thrusts accentuating his assertion, roughly biting down on his lip to prevent moans harmonious to yours from spilling out.

it’s later, after he spills into you and cleans the both of you up, when he props up on his elbow, now examining his surprise in finer detail. he graciously traces his eyes over the cursive lettering that wraps over the skin of your lower ribs, astounded that someone like you felt so strongly about him as to imprint a piece of him on your body forever.

“so you really like it?” you curiously ask, watching as he admires the ink, hand coming to graze the skin beneath the clear protective layer. he meets your eyes, leaning in, deeply pressing his lips on yours.

“i fuckin’ love it,” he asserts, peppering kisses over the corner of your mouth to your cheek, pulling you in closer. you smile at his words, wrapping your arms around his neck as he leans in towards your ear. “i think you’re gonna get a surprise soon, too,” he whispers, grin growing on his face.

i like the lettering of this one teehee ^

where on his body do y’all think carmy would get a name tattoo🤭

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmy x reader #the bear imagine #carmy berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto smut #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto headcannon

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clerc16 · 5 months

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✯ music? date? both ; charles leclerc

a/n: based on a tiktok i saw earlier, by teilhard_ :)

summary: she listens to music when getting ready. he loves it. she sends him a note - he asks her out.

warnings: none.

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You were a major music lover.

Getting ready? Listen to music. Reading? Listen to music. Driving? Listen to music. Bored? You guessed it.

Everyone knew that about you - you were unbelievably passionate about music. Any type of music.

“Y/NNNN, can we hang out today? iʼm bored” said a text from your friend. Naturally, you agreed - why not? It was a Saturday night and you had no plans whatsoever.

Like always, you turned on your regular playlist, making sure the volume is suitable only for your ears to hear, not to disturb any of your neighbors. Unbeknownst to you, your next door neighbor could listen to every sound coming out of your speakers. He was a nice guy - you interacted a few times, little “hello”s and “how are you”s every time you would randomly bump into each other. Despite being famous worldwide, he was extremely humble.

He was also devilishly handsome. But you never actually admitted that.

As you swiftly moved around your apartment to grab little bits and bobs needed to get ready, occasionally humming or singing along with the music, Charles Leclerc was sitting in the apartment right next to yours, attempting to read.

If he was bothered by your music, he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you - but he wasnʼt. It gave his currently dull and dead apartment a lively feel to it. Plus, your music taste was unmatchable.

As you put on some final touches, you paused your music and turned off your speakers. You grabbed your purse, phone and keys and left your apartment, shutting your door with a soft thud.

It wasn’t the first time Charles heard your music - in fact, ever since he moved in, he’d be hearing various music genres at various times of the day. This almost seemed like his final straw; he wanted to get to know you more.

He didn’t know how to approach you - he didn’t have your number, your social media, not even an email. So he channeled his inner creativity and decided to talk to you in a special way.

The special way was by leaving you a note by your doorstep. Not very original, eh?

As you were out with your friend enjoying your night, Charles was tapping his pen on the desk trying to think of what to write. After a few long hours, Charles had written the perfect note and placed it by your doorstep, hoping to see a response in the morning.

You stumbled back into your apartment complex, trying not to make a noise. You werenʼt drunk, just tired, your body begging you to fall asleep. You paid little to no attention as to what you were stepping on as you approached your door, keys in hand. As you were about to walk in, something felt stiff underneath your shoes. Looking down, you saw a small cream envelope with your name written on it in fancy cursive writing.

You bent down to pick it up and walked inside your apartment, your eyes still on the envelope. What is this?

You sit down on your couch and carefully open the letter, not wanting to rip the envelope.

“Bonjour -

Je voulais juste dire que tu écoutes de la très bonne musique, jʼadore ça!

PS: écoute “This Charming Man” de The Smiths, tu devrais aimer...

- Charles (ton voisin, n°28)”

[ Hello -

I just wanted to say that you listen to really good music, I love it!

PS: listen to “This Charming Man” by The Smiths, you should like it...

- Charles (your neighbor, n°28) ]

You immediately smiled at the note, your heart bursting with pride. If someone compliments your music taste and recommends a song, they are immediately very dear to you.

You placed the note back into its envelope and got up to change and refresh. Youʼll make sure to write back - you just donʼt really know how.

The next day, the first thing Charles did when he got up was to check for a note. He didn’t find anything. Nothing.

He sighed and decided to get on with his day. He shouldnʼt have expected a lot, really. As he left his apartment, he checked for one last time - still, nothing.

Little did he know you were just writing his name on an envelope to place on his doorstep.

The day passed, both of you anxiously waiting for a reply from each other. When Charles finally came home and saw a pink envelope on his doorstep, he smiled so hard his cheeks must have been screaming. He grabbed the envelope and rushed inside, the smile never leaving his face.

“Bonjour!

Merci beaucoup! Cela signifie beaucoup. La chanson est incroyable, The Smiths ne déçoivent jamais.

PS: écoute de “Good Looking” de Suki Waterhouse :)

- Y/N”

[ Hello!

Thank you so much! It means a lot! The song is amazing, The Smiths never disappoint.

PS: listen to “Good Looking” by Suki Waterhouse :) ]

Charles immediately opens the song on his phone, listening to it. Your music taste never disappoints, either.

It was like that for a few days - notes filled with song suggestions being passed back and forth. Every time you played music, you made sure to turn it up just a notch so he can listen to it with you.

Eventually, phone numbers were exchanged too, so notes on doorsteps were replaced by texts. Despite all this, you two didn’t actually talk in real life - even though you were literally next door neighbors.

One day, you were doing your usual, listening to music while cooking dinner. Your doorbell rang, and you walked over to the door to see who it was. Funnily enough, no one was there - but a small envelope on the doorstep was. You were confused; you and Charles text now, so why another envelope?

You brought it inside and sat down, opening it swiftly. Your hands grasped at the paper and pulled it out, curiously reading.

“Bonjour!

I feel like itʼs appropriate to ask to see you in real life now. Talking to you has been lovely. What do you say, coming by my house tomorrow at 6PM for dinner?

☐ Oui

☐ Non

- One last letter from Charles :)”

You grinned from ear to ear as you grabbed a pen and ticket the oui box, placing the note back in its envelope and by his doorstep.

Hopefully he lets you play your music on that dinner.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #charles leclerc imagine #formula 1 #scuderia ferrari #charles leclerc x you #fanfics

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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AITA for making fun of someone's apology?

Long story short this person in a roleplay community i'm in has been getting on people's nerves and officially got #Cancelled for a number of reasons. People are still coming forth about them lying about their age and bringing uncalled for s/a into rp without warning, and encouraging dangerous delusions from some of our paranoid members, like that they actually ate human remains or poison. The final straw that made people start speaking up was making a suicide note for their character in cursive on a hello kitty notepad and posting it uncensored and without warning in the general chat. Which, on top of all things, a hello kitty notepad? Your character is an adult woman, be serious about this.

Anyway, they sent some vague apology into the discord and booked it, and long story short after a vicious roasting session i edited their apology onto a hello kitty notepad because it was really funny. But I posted that publicly, and I am kind of worried about upsetting them and possibly reviving drama or giving them a reason to retaliate. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

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luvring · 4 months

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Helloooo, your Ais and Mhin hcs are so nice omg! Can I ask for some Kuras headcanons, if you'd be so kind?🥺 Many thanks in advance💛

KURAS HCS 3

gn!reader | hello it's me :-) thank u vry vry much anon wherever u are I hope i reach u.... telepathically telling u i have done more hcs o7

nooo kuras don't have doctor handwriting noooo look at me... it's cursive and can be pretty but also the doctor handwriting curse :( /affectionate but if he's writing something for you he takes care to make it neat + makes your name look extra nice

kuras wearing all black instead of all white.... 😵‍💫like imagine him dressing up and you're staring as he walks past... and he goes to ask you a question, pausing when he notices your gaze evidently not on his face. he's amused by this obviously as he walks toward you and tilts your chin to make eye contact. your face feels warm while he teases you, tells you he's flattered you like his change of attire, but mind answering if you've seen his coat nearby?

writer who needs help with medical jargon and information and comes to kuras who's already expecting it after the 4th time. he hums and takes a few moments before casually replying with his thoughts. sometimes though if you're not paying enough attention, he says something super inaccurate (something about a heart disease when asked about a punctured lung) to see how much you write down before noticing

not very good at making playlists... or like, his music taste isn't very vast and there's a chance he doesn't know many artists in the genres you enjoy. he does try his hand at making one when he overhears it's a cute gift, but it doesn't end up seeing the light of day because he's unsure you'd like it ^^; he doesn't actually delete it though, so if you really wanna see it, he'll let you

^ feel free to make a playlist for him though! he'll let it play quietly as he works (so long as it isn't something that requires his full attention) and tells you his favourites the next time you see him :-)

! body doubling. nothing else to add

kuras offering to pay for you while out shopping.. you say he doesn't have to, but he says you've picked out something nice and you like it, so why wouldn't he?

i imagine that kuras doesn't really. keep up with...internet jokes and such... so if you're out with a friend and talking about something related, there's a good chance that his eyebrows are a little furrowed as he tries to understand. like, you know when there's a popular post going around and you say "did you see ___" and your friend immediately knows what you're talking about when you didn't even finish describing it. yeah he has no idea what's going on how did they pick it up so quickly

^ tries quite hard though. he does. but some memes have like 5 layers of lore and context and he just kind of sighs and laughs in defeat

also i think kuras might be a little nervous to meet your friends at first ^^; but intrigued/happy too !! he listens to you describe them so he can put names to faces (won't tell them what you said exactly, like he won't be like "oh, you're the one who..." but there'll be recognition on his face, and if it comes up he'll smile knowingly), plus he likes watching you enjoy yourself with them!

if you name your plushies he picks up all their names quite quickly. this also applies if you have a lot of figures/favourite characters! he'll notice if you've moved them around at all, and somehow remember one of their birthdays too?

there is a silly image in my head of kuras using a silly straw. like him working on some important document and sipping on it

^ also getting him to use cute bandaids and such... like if you cut yourself on something and he goes to get your bandaids and they're pokemon or sanrio. LOL. he finds it amusing when you ask if he wants some of your stash—you're always willing to share after all

you find out he's centuries old and start calling him old man. ask if his back hurts from his age And height or if he knew the dinosaurs (?? imagine they exist in the TS universe) etc etc. though watch out for any back pain jokes because if your posture is worse than his he'll throw it back at you :(

#touchstarved #touchstarved game #kuras x reader #touchstarved kuras #last point sad face bc thatd be me :( straightened my posture as i typed it...#im always nervous im repeating hcs from older posts.. if i do can u tell me. but kindly and gently and with love

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swampstew · 3 months

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KillerCook Chapter 11

Welcome to Raven’s Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us in the family room as we sit around and browse our phones, and eat some Girl Scout cookies as we begin tonight’s story. Rated Mature for language. Minors DNI

*Phone app notification goes ping*

TikTok – KillerCook has uploaded a new video. Check it out!

Title: HACKED Description: This ain’t your regularly scheduled programming punks!5 minute video. The thumbnail is a shadowed figure with a menacing looking ‘X’ mark over the body.

*Press Play?*

The video began with what appeared to be a hostage situation.

KillerCook was tied to a chair with rope and chains, a blindfold over his helmet and duct tape adhered to most of his face holes.

“Uhh, this isn’t what it looks like,” Killer was able to voice out from behind the bondage.

“No, it’s exactly what it looks like,” barked Kid as he stepped into the frame. “This effin idiot was gonna make content on HIS birthday. Not in my house. Today is technically Killer’s birthday but we’re kidnapping – shut the hell up – him so he can actually let his hair down for once in his life.”

Heat stepped into the frame on Killer’s opposite side, “Originally, we were gonna take over the channel and cook for him. BUT, Kid had a light-bulb moment and we developed a scheme to treat the birthday man. You all will be seeing this next week, but rest assured, we’ve got it covered. Wish Killer a happy birthday in the comments and he’ll read them all when we come back!”

Wire came from behind the camera shaking a can of whipped cream, stepping menacingly towards Killer. Aiming the nozzle into one of the helmet holes, he pressed down on the can until Killer began thrashing, white whipped cream oozed from behind the taped holes. “THIS IS FOR THROWING FOOD AT ME ALL YEAR!”

The video transitioned to a blue and white screen with a traditional birthday melody laid over it.

A slideshow of videos and still-shot frames from Killer’s birthday kidnapping started playing.

Killer’s hostage-wear stayed on as the crew drove to the marina, where a punk-looking yacht was moored. The bow of the ship was adorned with a skeletal body, and there were blue and red flames painted to the sides of the hull. Black cursive spelled out the beauty’s name – Victoria Punk.

“The bag over the helmet is really pointless, I know where we are,” Killer’s muffled complaint went ignored as he was marched up the boarding plank.

About 30 pictures went by with various crew members and friends posing with hostage Killer; one photo had him wearing a beer helmet over the bag over his helmet, the straws tucked underneath all the materials to give Killer some libation.

Finally liberated, Killer – dressed down into swim trunks and his helmet – took a running leap off the yacht to cannonball into the sea. As he resurfaced, the rest of the crew cannonballed after him, created a wave of water to shower down on him and the camera, which promptly died.

_______________________

Kid’s pissed-off scowl came into focus as he adjusted the new camera perspective, “{Redacted} idiots killed my phone instead of using the {redacted} GoPro.”

The next clip showed Killer relaxing with a beer bottle in hand, laying against a giant pizza slice pool float as people drifted by him, playing in the water. All was calm until Quincy, Bubblegum, and Heat swam underneath the float and flipped it over. When Killer broke the surface, the laughter tripled as his hair was plastered all over his helmet and chest, but his beer-bottle was still in one of the face holes.

“There’s sea water in my beer,” he said flatly.

A new clip had a heavy metal anthem roaring in the background as the yacht was sailing at high speed on the open ocean. Killer was standing on the bow, holding a Scottish flag, and thrashing his hair to the music.

More photos of the crew and Killer celebrating his birthday with drinking games, strength competitions, and gorging on fresh seafood flooded the TikTok video. Amongst the main crew and personal friends, there were also members of the Straw Hat crew, and even some ‘frenemy’ rivals that had been spoken of but not ever invited on to the KillerCook channel before. By the time the lighting in the photos grew darker, Killer’s helmet had been exchanged for a face mask and his cerulean eyes were noticeably glossy.

“Hap-hic-happy birthday, Kill, -hic- the best-{redacted}-friend a punk could-hic ask for,” slurred Kid as he gripped Killer’s shoulder. Both men swayed as a cake was brought out to the main deck. Sunset had long passed, the yacht was brightly lit up with swarms of bulbs on strings that hung tastefully along the walls and railings.

Everyone began to sing the birthday song and Killer might have shed a tear, shoving a palm roughly to his face.

“{Redacted}-A, I don’t even know what to say,” Killer drawled out. “All I was going to do was make a small cake and smoke my pipe. You {redacted} are so good to me. Well, not all of you, but I like most of yah. Some I don’t know how you got invited, seriously. But I’m glad you’re here celebrating anyways. I don’t have a wish to make, truly. I’ve got everything, everyone. So thanks. Alright I’m not going to get mushy on all you freeloaders!” Killer ripped off his face mask.

With deep-purple stained lips, Killer’s gorgeous smile shined brightly as he took a gulp of air and blew out the sparkler-flame candles. The party participants roared in celebration at the same time an airhorn started blowing off-screen.

The camera quickly panned to the culprit of the sound. A modest sized cruise ship with a flag waving proudly on the masts pulled up portside. On the side of the hull it’s name was proudly presented: The Baratie. The camera’s change in perspective did not allow for viewers to see who let out the strangled, high-pitched scream of excitement.

Sanji was clutching Killer’s soldiers and babbling incoherently before jumping into the water, swimming towards the restaurant ship.

Hands covering his face, Killer sobbed out, “I’m so fucking happy!! LET’S EAT!!!!”

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#killercook #massacre soldier killer #eustass kid #raven's reading nook #firstmatesimp #kid pirates #heat one piece #wire one piece #op kid pirates #kid pirate nakama #killer one piece #eustass captain kid #tiktok #modern AU #eustasscaptainkid #ao3 writer #wattpad author #swampstew #swampstew stories

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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 months

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Five Fics Friday: February 9/24

Happy Friday everyone! Got 5 more fics to start off your weekend!! I hope you enjoy today's fics, and give some extra love to my boosted fic!!

Enjoy, and see you Sunday!

SIGNAL BOOSTING

Breathe by LoloLolly (T, 8,517 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Fix-It, Grief, Angst, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Mary is Not Nice, Feelings Realization, Character Study, Blood Mention, Vomit Mention) – In which Sherlock's death is announced a bit... prematurely in HLV. Things spiral from there.

RECENT MARKED FOR LATERS

Lying in Winter by Raina_at (E, 6,486 w., 1 Ch. || TSo3 Fix It, Established Relationship, Relationship Talks, Blow Jobs, Domestic Fluff) – What do you do when the love of your life is asleep in your bed and you're both excited for and terrified of what will happen when he wakes up? If you're Sherlock Holmes, you have a bonfire and do some midnight shopping. Or: John comes home. Sherlock does, too.

The Meeting Place by standbygo (E, 14,653 w., 11 Ch. || Man Up AU || Case Fic, Alternate First Meeting, Romantic Comedy, Mistaken Identity, Misunderstandings, Murder, Serial Killers, First Kiss / Time, Past Abuse, Romantic Fluff, First Dates, Blind Date, Happy Ending) – Sherlock thinks it's a breakthrough in his case. John thinks it's a date. They're both kinda right.

The Stories in Our Veins by victorianpining (E, 26,088+ w., 8/29 Ch. || Dracula Crossover / Victorian / Vampire AU || Unreliable Narrator, Blood and Injury, Blood Drinking, Gaslighting, Mental Instability, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Strangers to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst with Happy Ending) – You hold in your hands a leather-bound book inscribed with the title The Stories in Our Veins. No author is named by the cover. On the first page, the following passage has been written in an elegant, cursive hand: A confederate who foresees your conclusions and course of action is always dangerous, but one to whom each development comes as a perpetual surprise, and to whom the future is always a closed book, is indeed an ideal helpmate. Sherlock Holmes in “The Adventure of the Blanched Soldier,” written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle in 1926.

RECENT LOKIUS BOOKMARK

Exsanguination by Beb (T, 3,061 w., 1 Ch. || LOKI SERIES || Protective Loki, Mobius Whump, Hospitals, Worried Loki, Mobius Needs A Hug, Blood and Injury, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) – As a trained agent, Mobius really believed his presence was required in every mission, no matter how risky. As a worried friend and lover, Loki really believed this was absolutely, undoubtedly the last straw. He wasn't about to do nothing and let Mobius carelessly throw himself in danger anymore. Not after the last incident nearly cost Mobius his life.

#five fics friday #my fic recs #johnlock fic recs #lokius fic recs

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joyboyish · 11 months

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ok thats it!!! straw hats hand writing hcs

luffy -

makino taught him, ace, and sabo and he was bored of it bc it wasnt fighting until ace made it a competition. luffy wanted to be the first one done every time but literally no one could read it so makino was like "uh hahah so! what if the competition was who could make it the neatest! you write slower and hold the pen a bit harder haha!" it was a desperate attempt. it worked though but a bit too well because luffy still writes super slow and holds the pen super hard so its neat and "makino likes it this way" (she doesnt but she can read it so) its super messy but readable

zoro -

he was taught to read and write in the dojo, similarly to luffy he made everything a competition, and he was like "if i can do it better than kuina than im already on my way to beat her!" but when she died she just kind of. gave up. he stopped caring about how it looked and just writes super quickly to get it over with. he only really writes when absolutely necassary or when he writes down new training routines but its super messy and hes the only one that can read it

nami - this bitch is EXTRA!!!!! she writes in the most over dramatic cursive, its swirly, theres huge curls and underlines, shes just THAT BITCH. but she writes her maps in a neat readable hand writing so theyre organized

usopp - very neat. he only really writes like chores lists or new combinations of ammo for his sling shot and him and robin have arguably the hand writing thats easiest to read

sanji - when hes writing to women or to someone whos gender isnt yet specified (in case theyre a women), similar to nami he writes in cursive, he writes significanly more extra and dots his i's with hearts, but if its a man he writes in chicken scratch with tiny threats on the side

chopper - he signs his name with his hooves dipped in ink, but when he needs to write down something for a crew members medical files he has robin help him, because hes not really used to using his fingers all that much

robin -

very neat hand writting. she wants everyone to be able to read her historical findings or even use it as a way to write down all of the crews adventures. she interviewed those who joined before her so she can get all of their adventures down, she hasnt really gotten anything but one word responses from zoro though

franky -

big bold letters, his a's are stars, his hand writting is so fucking big i cant stress this enough

brook -

he has that fancy old people script that looks straight out of the declaration of independance. he writes so fancy and usees super big words

jinbe -

he writes in a neat script, he also uses big words but their like... big words that make you sound smart not ones that make you sound insane yk? yk.

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oceanichymns · 2 years

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aw, birthdays, no

[image: digital illustration of Clint Barton/Hawkeye wearing a chevron striped tanktop. He is bandaged and wears a hearing aid in the visible ear. His left arm is in a sling. He is holding a coffee mug that says “World’s (2nd) Best Archer” and drinking from it with a long silly straw that spells “heck” in cursive. end ID]

#clint barton #hawkeye #hawkeye comics #hawkeye fanart #hawkguy #marvel art #he's just a little guy and it's his birthdayyyyy

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karisomk · 1 year

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He's just a friend, I swear! Pt. 1 Attuma x Okoye Office AU

Song: https://youtu.be/E-uwulZWpak Pairings: Attuma x Okoye Tags: Romance, approaching smut in p2. ,humor with denial of feelings. Summary:

Sometimes secrets don't stay secrets! W'Kabi breaks up with Okoye and with the combination of the stress of her office job. She decides to take a long two-week vacation in Yucatan where she meets a certain man. Both walk into their relationship as being strictly friends with benefits. Any lingering feels were dropped once her vacation was over. That was until Attuma happens to be the new transfer to her department at her office. Things tried to remain a civil level but Attuma has had enough of that. Translation: Chaak Lool = Red Flower

She was surprised to not see Attuma today, considering the other made it his mission to eat with her every afternoon when they worked together. The last time they had spoken, she knew he wanted to go out to a restaurant during their lunch break. And the two spoke about their favorite dishes and favorite restaurants. Raving about Lagos' Chicken Curry, which was her favorite dish, she knew Attuma wanted to try the restaurant with her. This was the most civil conversation they have had so far alone. Finally, Attuma understood that she was in fact a different person at work than on vacation. Or so she thought. The two abruptly stopped speaking to one another once her vacation was officially over and she flew back home. She sat with her feelings of not seeing him again, after all both agreed that this was just sex. A point for them to enjoy themselves and to say fuck her ex-boyfriend W’Kabi. That was until Attuma happened to be the new transfer to her department.

Okoye lifted a brow at the sight of the small black to-go containers with a white foam cup that was sealed with a straw on her desk.

A yellow sticky note was placed beside it that read, "Caught in a meeting but I ordered for you since I wasn't able to ask you to join me for lunch today. Enjoy!" Attuma signed the bottom of it even leaving a little smiley face next to his name. Okoye picked up the sticky note, admiring his cursive penmanship before placing it down. Opening the first large plate container, Okoye perked up at the scent of spices from the Chicken Curry and rice. Opening the second container, she smiled softly recognizing the Malva Pudding. By the time she searched her cabinets for utensils and extra napkins, her stomach growled. Keeping the lights off in her office, she only opened one of her blinds to let the sun in. Enjoying the silence for the hour in a half that was supposed to be her lunch time.

Aneka peaked in while knocking on her doorframe, "It smells good in here. I was going to ask you what you were going to eat for lunch, but I see you already got it. What did you get?"

"Attuma treated me to lunch today and it's Chicken Curry with Malva Pudding," Okoye said moving to grab her drink container. Tilting it slightly to look at the dark hue liquid threw the plastic lid, "Looks like Kirkrade."

Aneka sucked her teeth before rubbing her stomach, " I swear he's always trying to spoil you! Can I have some?!"

"Now you know you are just making things up; yes sure we will eat lunch together" Okoye started to say.

"Well, he decided to join me and kept on eating lunch with me" Okoye snorted while looking for more utensils and a small plate.

"Okoye… He likes to get you tea in the morning, and you said it yourself it is made just the way you like it. "

"Yes, so? That is very considerate of him to do so" Okoye retorted quickly. But in reality, Attuma knew something about her due to spending two weeks in Yucatan together.

"SO! He is determined to spoil you with food and spend time with you. Your little work husband" Aneka flashed a grin and even laughed when Okoye sucked her teeth at her. Though her heart fluttered, she could never tell her that what she had with Attuma was just a fling. Even if she did like him, their understanding of one another in Yucatan was that they would never see one another again.

And yet, Attuma was now her new coworker that transferred in.

Spreading some of the chicken curry and rice on a plate, Okoye even shared some of the pudding with Aneka. Aneka was practically humming after the second bite, Okoye chewed slowly savoring the flavors.

"It tastes like it came from Lagos. Not that many places over here know how to make Chicken Curry correctly."

"Isn't that like your favorite place to go, yeah?"

"Mm, it is. He did mention that he wanted to try it with me one day during our lunch breaks."

"Ah, Okoye. I'm telling you right now to go out on a date with that man." Aneka said in a hushed tone.

"We are just friends; you could be reading too much besides Attuma could be seeing someone. " Okoye countered. Not that she cared or anything, though she ignored the way her chest tightened at the thought.

"I see women attempting to flirt with him, but he's always brief with them but that's not the case with you" Aneka pointed out.

Okoye grew quiet about that, deciding to just eat more of her food, though her mind betrayed her.

Blankets and towels were neatly spread across the white sand, a picnic basket half empty while clothing from both of them was scattered around them. Large hands that firmly squeezed her buttocks while she rode him slowly, their moans muffled by bright blue waves crashing onto the beach. "Stay with me Okoye, it is beautiful here and-" he trailed, rolling his hips upwards in emphasis, erupting a moan from Okoye in response. "And we won't be far from one another either." Attuma gave that crooked smile, his full cheeks showing off his dimples when Okoye swatted at his arms.

"Hey, Okoye. Oi, earth to Okoye" Aneka chimed, waving slightly to get her attention.

Okoye blinked away at one of the many memories she had with Attuma in Yucatan.

"You, okay?"

"Mm, just a little tired" Okoye lied softly, but luckily Aneka didn't press the issue. Aneka glanced at her phone, "Hey, I'll catch up with you later. I know Ayo wanted to meet up before lunchtime is over."

“Tell your husband, I said thank you for the food too!"

Okoye parted her lips to deny that title once more, but Aneka scurried out of her office before she could say anything.

Finally finishing her food in peace until she heard another knock on her door, this time Attuma stood in her doorway with a coffee cup and a small box of food in his hand.

“Hey, how was it?” Attuma closed the door behind him, taking up Aneka’s seat near Okoye’s desk with a sigh. Worry showed on his temple and yet he smiled softly at her.

“It was wonderful, thank you for treating me.”

“You’re very welcome, chaak lool”

“What did I tell you about calling me that here?”

“But it is just us right now in your office, alone.” Attuma placed his container on his desk leaning back into the chair.

“Attuma-..”

‘Unless, you are worried about your ex-boyfriend wondering why I call you that. Does he still bother you like he did when you were with me?” Attuma flashed a teasing grin even as Okoye rolled her eyes.

“That’s none of your business.” Okoye stood up, gathering her empty containers from her desk to toss in her wastebin by her door.

“But it was my business when you wanted me to answer your phone while we were fucking each other. How much you wanted W’Kabi to know that you were no longer interested in him after the stunt he pulled with you. ” Attuma quipped back.

“KEEP your voice down,” Okoye hissed.

Attuma stood up placing his cup on her desk moving close to Okoye, “If someone is listening that would be their fault.”

Okoye placed her hand on her door handle, tempted to just leave him in her office but Attuma placed a hand on the door while he looked down at Okoye.

Closing the space slightly between them, “Chaak Lool. Are you done playing like you don't miss me like I miss you?”

“I don’t miss you, we were just-” Okoye trailed off when she was pulled closer to him, being trapped between the door and Attuma.

She avoided those warm eyes she had come to know well, until she felt one of those large hands grasp her chin to make her look up at him. Her grip still on the door handle only tightened, inhaling his lovely earthy cologne.

“And so, what. If we were just fucking, that’s our business like before,” Attuma injected quietly, letting his thumb brush against her bottom lip.

Okoye’s lips parted when Attuma moved closer, her legs pressed tightly to cease the throbbing in her sex. She did miss him, so terribly. Touching herself wasn’t the same nor was the few times she did sleep with W’Kabi.

So much for being civil with one another.

Okoye's faint moan was muffled by Attuma crushing his lips against hers, their tongues brushing against one another while she reached to wrap her arms around his neck. Attuma let his hands roam over Okoye, tracing every curve with familiarity and need. Light squeezes to her breast that made her moan slightly against his lips. His hands gripping her skirt, pulling and hiking it up to touch more of her thighs.

Okoye’s desk phone rang loudly, yanking both from their steamy moment with one another. Attuma hadn’t exactly moved but merely pressed a kiss to Okoye’s neck in hope she would just let it ring. But when she pushed past him, he made no effort to stop her but instead sighed to himself.

#fanfiction #attuma x okoye #okoye x attuma #au fic #attuma #mcu okoye #okoyuma

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anonomi · 5 months

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Random Spy x Pyro hcs

Pyro likes how fancy and gentlemannly Spy is, even if it's not really their style. They gush over the simple things, like Spy pulling their chair for them or opening the door. Nobody has ever treated them like that before.

Pyro holds tea parties and Spy absolutely attends them. He brings his own biscuits and even his own tea, because while Pyro likes playing pretend, there's no reason they can't use the fancy teacups for actually drinking tea. Pyro drinks theirs through a silly straw.

Spy likes how Pyro smells. Especially at the fact he can even smell them at all; his sense of smell has dulled due to his constant smoking, but Pyro is very pungent with how sharp gasoline can be. Even dried blood. Spy hates the latter but learned to enjoy the former, because it reminds him of gas stations, dark nights, and of course, Pyro.

Spy is very picky about physical contact, both because of his own boundaries and because of his expensive clothes. He makes a lot of exceptions for Pyro, but overall prefers simple things like holding hands or sitting next to each other. Doesn't stop Pyro from giving him the occasional hug, but they make sure their suit is clean and that Spy can get out of it anytime he wants (which he rarely does).

Spy has a huge knife collection and lets Pyro paint some of them, particularly the duplicates. His favourite knife is the one that is balloonicorn themed but he uses it sparingly, because he doesn't want to damage it.

Spy lights his cigarette from the pilot light of Pyro's flamethrower from time to time. It is not safe and actually more of a hassle than getting out his lighter, but he enjoys the view of looking up at the flamethrower and Pyro. Plus, it shows that he trusts them with their finger on the trigger.

Pyro gave Spy his own balloonicorn plush, Reindoonicorn because it's apparently fancy like him. He keeps it on his bed but does not sleep with it... but usually wakes up with it in his arms (which is a secret he keeps to the grave)

Pyro had a problem with being too quiet and mumbling their words, making them even harder to understand through the filter. But Spy, being a master of disguises and voices, helped them project their voice and enunciate their words.

They share words together sometimes on paper or in a little notebook, writing out conversations back when Spy had trouble understanding them and when his knowledge of ASL was the bare basics. Pyro's handwriting has capital letters mixed in with the littles written like the words they'd read in a children's book, while Spy's is cursive and round.

They share that notebook of their written conversations, but Pyro is usually the one who keeps it. Occasionally they flip through it to reminisce and giggle over Spy's overly fancy handwriting.

Pyro is more used to drawing animals than people and made Spy his own unicornsona. Pyro also draws themself as a unicorn, but one with a cute little tail, while Spy's is the more traditional medieval long one. Spy likes the decision.

Lots of parallel play here. Spy either reads through the latest catalogue of Mann.co daily or is meticulously cleaning his knives. Nearby Pyro is either drawing on a sketchpad Spy got them (because he couldn't bare to see them drawing on Engineer's discarded blueprints anymore, made it hard to see the art) or doing the same, cleaning their flamethrower and axe. Completely silent but together.

Pyro enjoys giving gifts to Spy, but they are not too knowledgeable in the kind of stuff he likes. Like fancy clothes or some shade of wine, but they prefer making their gifts anyway. They give him drawings of himself, a pack of cigarettes they thought he'd like, sometimes something softer like a blanket or scarf. On the surface Spy accepts it all with an easy smile but underneath he is absolutely jumping with joy.

They enjoy standing outside at night during Spy's evening smoke, where they trace constellations together and talk about all sorts of stuff. This close Spy can sometimes see Pyro's eyes through the lens, and Pyro can see his guard falter as he relaxes into what they carved together.

#tf2 pyro #tf2 spy #pyro x spy #spy x pyro #tf2 headcanon #tf2 french toast #i say 'x' but i actually see them as very very close friends like queerplatonically #but people tell me the way i see them and the things i make them do together is usually taken as romantic so idk #you can take it either way #i am very sane about these two #nomi writes #dk why i put this stock fire image but it feels right

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latenightsimping · 2 years

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Love is engraved in your heart

Summary: It’s your first anniversary, and Eddie has a special gift for you.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Words: 3,609

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, drug usage mention, gift giving is reader’s love language, pet names, they kiss a lot, sexual undertones at the end but nothing graphic mentioned, not beta read

AN: I want a guitar pick necklace so badly man. But I already wear a very similar version of the ring he wears on his ring finger, got bangs cut in my hair and have a tattoo appointment to have his guitar permanently on my skin so like I’m already on thin ice when it comes to being OTT about it lmao. But I do use the same colour and pattern of his pick necklace when I play guitar, so that’s a happy medium. Fun fact: I was writing this while hanging out with some friends (we call it writing club but it’s more of a chill out, maybe some writing but mostly watching movies and maybe doing other stuff) and I was looking up shirts for reference. Friend looked over and mentioned it, another buddy knew exactly what it was for when I mentioned I was writing a fic and I got roasted for it lmao. Anyway this has gone on too long, hope you like it!!

Eddie was one of the most perceptive people that you ever knew. He could tell just by a small quiver of your bottom lip that you were upset about something, or a slight furrow of your brow meaning you were deep in thought. It was what you loved about him; he was always checking in on you, making sure you were okay or simply pulling you into his lap so he could press kisses into your neck and make you smile.

Today, something was catching your attention from across the diner. Your eyes slightly widened, relaxing your chin on your palm as you leaned on the tabletop. Following your eyeline, he noticed that you were passing glances towards a couple that seemed to also be on a date, the girl giggling as her fingers twirled the gold necklace around her neck. He quirked a brow as he gently tapped your foot underneath the booth, smiling softly as he tilted his head. “Everything okay, pretty girl?”

The small blush that dusted the apples of your cheeks whenever he called you that pet name never failed to make his heart flip. Your head snapped back towards him, a shy smile gracing your features as you pulled your milkshake closer to you. “Yeah, all fine,” you answered, your fingertips playing with the straw. “Just thinking.”

“Oh? Mind filling me in?” He was curious now, head tilted as his honey brown eyes took in your features from his place opposite you. Noticing how your eyes flickered back to the girl, before back to him.

“Just admiring her necklace. I think it’s pretty.”

He turned his head, finally noticing the detailing of the gold charm around her neck. In delicate cursive, the name ‘Scott’ rested on her sternum, his mind instantly being transported to his girl wearing one with his name. How pretty she would look wearing it, letting the whole town know that she was proud to be with him. When you both first started dating, he found himself slightly apprehensive about being seen with you in public. Not because he was ashamed or embarrassed; far from it. He was practically beside himself with joy when you first held his hand as you walked the streets together. But he knew his reputation, and knew that it would most likely tarnish yours too. Not that you ever cared. It was yet another reason he fell hard for you.

He grinned as he leaned forward, his hand coming out to tuck an errant hair behind your ear. “Yeah? Think you finally found what you want for our anniversary?”

You giggled, taking a sip of your milkshake as you shrugged. “They’re probably real expensive. Maybe one day.”

His brows furrowed a little at your sheepish expression. You knew that he struggled for money, considering he insisted on helping Wayne out with the bills and the fact that he was saving up as much as he possibly could, so he could hopefully move out of the trailer and find a place to live with you after he graduated like you’d talked about. But if it meant making you happy, he would skip meals just to get you what you wanted. Knowing full well that you’d probably hit the roof if he did.

He crinkled his nose as he gently caught the underside of your chin with his knuckles, making you look at him as he grinned. “Hey, if my girl wants a gold necklace, then a gold necklace she will have.”

You narrowed his eyes as you swatted his hand away, pointing a finger towards him as you mocked a scowl. “You know the rules. Twenty dollar maximum, Munson. I mean it.”

He huffed air out of his nose in amusement as he took your hand in his, pressing soft kisses to the back of it. “Alright, alright. Twenty dollar maximum,” he said with a roll of his eyes, feigning annoyance as he pulled away to reach for his wallet. “How about me and you get outta here, pretty girl? Come back to my trailer and cuddle?”

“You ask as if I’d say no,” you said with a smile, getting out of your seat as you finished up your drink, swaying on the spot as you waited for him to sort out the bill. He smiled as his arm came around your waist, pulling you close as you set your glass on the table and leaning your head on his shoulder as he walked you out. Already knowing full well that it wasn’t just cuddling that Eddie had his mind set on, and not minding one bit.

True to his word, Eddie didn’t exceed the limit you’d made him promise not to go over. A quick visit to the music shop across town to put in a custom order, then over to the jewellery store so he could find the right chain and grab a small flocked box. Wrapped in a pale lilac ribbon, the present was nestled behind some old amps in his wardrobe so you wouldn’t accidentally stumble across it before the date of your first anniversary.

He picked you up in the early afternoon when the day finally arrived, a massive bouquet of flowers held in his hand and his lopsided grin greeting you as you answered the door. Your eyes widened as you gasped, bouncing on your heels as you squealed in delight. “Oh, Eddie,” you cooed, taking them in your hands and inhaling the sweet scent of roses. “Thank you. I love them.”

“Happy anniversary, sweetheart,” he smiled, pulling you into his arms and mindful not to crush the petals as he pressed your side into his chest. “Do you like them?”

You nodded, giggling as you leaned up and pressed a loving kiss into his lips. “I love them,” you assured him, kissing him again before pulling away to make your way into the kitchen. “Just lemme get these into some water and we can head out.”

With the flowers proudly displayed on your bedside table, you skipped down the stairs and headed outside, slinging your backpack over your shoulder and locking the door behind you before looping your arms around his neck. “So what’s the plan for today?”

He hummed in thought as his hands found your waist, looking down at you as he tilted his head to the side. “Well, I thought we could recreate our first date,” he offered, swaying you softly.

You giggled, the sound never failing to make his heart warm. “So eating burgers and watching horror movies on your couch?”

He nodded, his tongue coming out to swipe at his bottom lip. A little habit he had whenever he was slightly nervous. “I know it’s not the height of romance, but…”

You shook your head, your smile never leaving your lips as you pressed that little bit closer to him. “It sounds absolutely perfect, baby. Would take that over going to any fancy restaurant any day.”

“Christ, you’re so perfect,” he murmured, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss before you softly squealed and pulled away.

“Eddie! I have neighbours you know,” you whispered, mocking scandal and making him laugh.

“Let ‘em watch,” he answered as he kissed you again, a hand coming down to playfully squeeze your ass. He felt your laugh against his lips as you pulled away, swatting his hand as you descended the steps to your porch and holding out your hand.

“You comin’ or what, Munson?” you asked, nodding your head towards the van as your nose crinkled with delight.

He fell into step beside you, taking your hand in his and smoothing circles into the back of it with his thumb. “I’d follow you into Mordor, babe.”

You rolled your eyes at the comment, though you were smitten with his unabashed nerdiness. Opening the passenger door for you, he waited until you were settled before closing it behind you and sprinting over to the driver’s side. He let you choose the music as he drove, tapping the metal of his rings on the steering wheel as he enjoyed the sound of you singing along as your feet tapped out the rhythm from the place on his dashboard.

You were pleasantly surprised that he’d made an effort into cleaning up the living room in his trailer, blankets and pillows on the couch so you both could make a cosy little nest to cuddle in. With plenty of snacks and drinks ready on the floor so you wouldn’t have to get up, you settled down as he pressed play on the remote, head on his chest and legs draped over his lap as his arms wrapped around you.

Balmy afternoon eventually became a chilly evening, his body heat and the blankets keeping you cosy as you let yourself completely relax. You and Eddie had shared a few joints throughout the day, your mind slightly hazy and giving you a floaty feeling all through your body as you enjoyed the feeling of your boyfriend smoothing his hand up and down your spine. When the credits rolled on the movie you’d barely paid attention to considering you dozed off halfway through, you let out a small yawn as you stretched out your muscles and looked up to Eddie with a content smile.

“Doing okay there, princess?” he asked, looking just as relaxed and blissed out as you were.

You hummed in agreement as you nodded, sitting up a little as a grin spread across your face as you became a little more awake. “Thinking this is a good time to give you your anniversary present?”

His eyes crinkled with the sheer joy that overtook his face, pulling you closer to kiss you. “Baby, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he murmured, a hand coming up to run his fingers through your hair.

“Don’t be silly,” you huffed in mock annoyance, pulling yourself away to grab your backpack and unzip the main compartment.

His eyes never left you, watching like a hawk as you pulled the item out and padded back towards him to join him on the couch. You placed the wrapped gift in his lap, the pale blue wrapping paper and matching ribbon tied in a bow having been meticulously added the night before.

You pulled your knees to your chest, chin resting on them as you watched his features flit from happiness to excitement, his fingers carefully running over the paper as if he was apprehensive to ruin the work you’d put into it. “Go on,” you urged with a grin, wanting to see his reaction to what you’d decided on.

He chuckled at your insistence as he carefully unwrapped the bow, setting the ribbon to the side before flipping over the present and pulling at the tape to not rip the paper. You knew that Eddie hadn’t really had the same experiences you had when it came to celebrations, being from a background where money was tight and his father too preoccupied with things other than his son. Wayne had tried his hardest when Eddie came to live with him, always making sure there was something on birthdays and Christmases, but it had left him never expecting much so he couldn’t be disappointed. But when he met you, things had changed. You were always giving him little gifts; not much monetary value to them, but things that made you think of him. Some guitar picks that you thought he’d like the pattern of. A poster that you’d found at the mall of his favourite band. A new ashtray when the last one got knocked off his bedside table and broke. Every single thing you ever got him were his treasured possessions, meaning more to him that you could possibly ever know.

Stroking the soft material of the shirt you’d got him with his fingertips, his face lit up as he recognised the design on the front. He remembered the day he’d seen it, when he’d taken you to the mall to spend the day window shopping. Heading into one of the small music stores to peruse the cassette tapes and records. He didn’t know that you noticed his longing stare at the Motörhead shirt that was hanging up on one of the racks, knowing full well that he couldn’t really afford to spend the money on it. But the next Thursday when he was running a campaign with his Hellfire group, you’d went back to the store to pick one up in his size.

You picked up on his stunned silence, letting out a small nervous laugh as you bit your bottom lip. “If you don’t like it, we can go back and exchange it-”

A squeal escaped your chest as he pounced on you, sending you flying back onto the cushions of the couch with your folded legs now trapped between his chest and your own with his hands on either side of your head, caging you in. You couldn’t help but smile as his lips found your own, peppering soft kisses that travelled to your cheek and down the side of your jaw.

“Thank you baby, I love it,” he whispered into the shell of your ear, your knees parting to allow him to slot himself between your legs. The way he looked at you when he came back up to face you never failed to make you feel warm inside. Those glossy brown eyes staring down at you like you hung the moon just for him, adoration and fondness evident in the way his eyes crinkled with his lopsided grin.

Giving you one last kiss, he sat back up again and helped you up, pulling at the shirt he was wearing and taking it off, allowing you to get a good look at the pale expanse of his chest littered with black ink. He noticed you staring at him, taking his time on putting on his gift with a knowing wink that made a blush warm your cheeks. Smoothing down the front, he turned to you with outstretched arms. “What’dya think?”

“Looks real good on you,” you nodded, grinning as you reached out and felt the fabric between your fingers with a small hum and a tilt of your head, as if you were deep in thought. When he gave you a questioning look, you barely held back your laughter at your own joke as you smirked. “Feels like boyfriend material to me.”

His head fell back as he laughed in earnest, pulling you into his arms as he nuzzled the top of your head. “Such a dork.”

“Yeah. But I’m you’re dork,” you countered, looking up at him as you bit your lower lip, smile still evident in your face.

“That you are,” he nodded, tapping your thigh as he let go. “Alright, time for your present.”

You blinked owlishly, confusion plain on your face as he stood up and started to walk towards his bedroom. “But you already gave me my present, right? The flowers?”

“Well yes, but they’re not your actual anniversary gift,” he answered, stopping to look back at you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Your eyes narrowed a little as you pouted. “I thought we agreed on a twenty dollar maximum.”

“That we did,” he answered with a smug look. “But you didn’t say anything about multiple gifts. I spent under twenty dollars on both. Therefore, I’m off the hook.”

Damn him. You knew he was good at finding loopholes, no doubt years of practice as a DM not wanting his players to pull any fast ones and get out of the traps and plots he set. He laughed as he took a look at your slightly annoyed face, heading into his bedroom and coming back a couple of minutes later with a small box. He gently handed it to you, sitting back down and his hand finding it’s place on your thigh, rubbing soft circles into your skin.

You weren’t actually mad at him, not by a long shot. You let him know that by letting your face brighten, carefully tugging at the ribbon and letting it join the one that you’d added to his gift between you.

You lifted the lid, and you let out a soft gasp at the contents. Beautifully presented was a guitar pick; the same deep red tortoise shell design as the one that he wore on a chain of his own and had a small pile of in his room, the ones that he pretty much exclusively used whenever he played. A small hole had been added to the top, a silver ring connecting it to a delicate chain of the same shade. Your eyes became blurry with tears as you noted the extra detail. Engraved on the pick were your initials and a cross, the letters E.M underneath and the whole thing encapsulated with a heart. It reminded you of the time he’d proudly carved the same thing on the old table in the woods where you went to smoke during lunch breaks at school, the one that you always traced the lines of whenever you went there.

“Eddie,” you whispered, heart beating that little bit faster as you brushed away the tears that threatened to fall as you let out a stuttered breath.

“Aw hey, c’mon no tears,” he said softly, his grip on your thigh gently squeezing you as his free hand came up to brush the pad of his thumb over the apples of your cheeks. “I really do that bad?” he asked, a small nervous laugh escaping him.

“They’re happy tears,” you assured him with a smile, carefully taking the necklace out of the box and setting the packaging aside as you offered it to him. “Help me put it on?”

He nodded, and you brushed your hair up and away from you neck as you turned away so he could see the clasp. The pick rested on your sternum, proudly displaying the engraving as his nimble fingers made quick work of fastening the chain. You felt his hands gently brush over your shoulder blades when he was done, and you turned back, looking down as you run your fingertip over the makeshift charm.

“I love it,” you enthused, looking back up at him and looping your arms around his neck to kiss him. You could feel his smile against you, his hands finding your hips as he gently pulled you towards him as he deepened the kiss. You took the hint, sliding into his lap until you straddled him, moaning softly as you felt his tongue swipe against your lips. You parted them for him, enjoying how he flicked his tongue against your own in the way that always made you softly mewl against him.

You stayed like this for what felt like a blissful eternity, regretfully having to pull away when you remembered that breathing was a necessity. His head only pulled away a few inches, enough for his eyes to dart down towards your chest as a lopsided grin spread across his face. “It’s no gold necklace with my name on it, but I thought you’d like something a bit more unique.”

He knew he would adore the sight of you wearing it, but something snapped in him when it was finally around your neck. That small, feral part in the back of his brain feeling a sense of ownership, of putting his mark on you so everyone could see that you wanted to be with him. It was a similar feeling he had whenever he draped his coat over your shoulders when the weather took a cold turn, or borrowed one of his T-shirts to sleep in when you stayed over. The feeling of heady adoration that made his heart skip a beat and caused his jeans to tighten.

“It’s better than anything I could have possibly dreamed of,” you murmured, pressing your forehead against his. “Lots of girls have those designs. I have something completely one of a kind.”

He let out a small hum of happiness as he wrapped his arms around your lower back. “So I did good?”

“You did good,” you echoed, kissing him as you relaxed against his chest. “Thank you baby.”

“You’re very welcome.”

Long gone was the apprehension that he felt about you not liking the gift. That small paranoid voice in his head, telling him you mind find it tacky or not your style. Or even worse, that he missed the mark entirely and you found it creepy. Now that you were making contented sighs as your head rested on his shoulder, he finally allowed himself to feel pride that he’d managed to make you this happy. Both of you sharing the comfortable silence that filled the room.

You were the first one to speak. With a small smile, one of your hands came up to touch the chain around your neck. “You know I’m never taking this off, right?”

He chuckled, looking down at you as he rubbed the skin at the small of your back. “No? Not ever?”

“Never ever,” you nodded, sitting up to look at him with a mischievous glint in your eye. “Wanna see how it looks when it’s the only thing I’m wearing?”

You let out a yelp as his grip fell to your ass, picking you up as he stood and making you quickly clamp your legs around his waist so he didn’t drop you. You heard the soft growl of want that rumbled in his chest as he carried you towards the bedroom, his teeth grazing your neck as he walked.

“Thought you’d never ask, angel.”

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Train in Vain: Chapter 3 Have a Sunny Day!

Summary:

You, Kid, and Kil arrive at Luffy's party.

Notes:

Sorry for another shorter chapter this week! I went to a wedding and it threw me off my school and work schedules. I promise next week's will be longer and have more dialogue. It was fun to think about how I thought the Sunny rowhouse would look. Also, I promise I didn't forget Franky or Chopper they're coming. As always, much love and thanks for reading <3

[I'm attempting to get better at how I cross post these on tumblr. I feel so old but I am learning. I will put the link to the chapter on ao3 at the end. I'm sorry I forgot TWs last time but nothing really happened last chapter anyway lol. ]

TWs: Cursing. Drinking and mentions of alcohol.

Kil’s fist hesitated just in front of the door.

The three of you had gotten there in no time. The apartment you’d been looking for turned out to be a three-story brick rowhouse tucked away on a side street. It had a small front porch with a staircase underneath, presumably leading down to a basement apartment. The stairs were lined with potted plants of various sizes and on the porch was a mat, adorned with the face of a smiling cartoon lion surrounded by sunflowers. “Have a sunny day!” was written in cursive at the bottom. You heard an unapproving tsk from Kid which made you giggle.

“I think this is an outside door” Kil stated. He uncurled his fist and reached for the doorknob, opening it inwards. He was right, as you assumed he often was. Behind the door was a hallway with another door on the right and a stairway leading upwards on the left. The minute you all squeezed through the outer door and into the hallway, you knew the party was in the apartment on this floor. You heard someone playing an acoustic guitar and other voices yelling over one another on the other side of the wall. This door was festooned with paper streamers twisted into jaunty spirals.

The three of you resumed your earlier door-knocking configuration with Kil in front and Kid to your left. The blonde man reached out his large fist and rapped it against the wood three times. The din from the other side of the wall continued but you heard a woman shout, “Luffy! Get the door!” Kid growled lightly and crossed his arms over his broad chest.

A moment later, the door swung violently open. The party streamers fluttered through the air and you jumped at the sudden motion. A short man that you assumed was Luffy appeared in the doorway.

He was probably around 5’9 so both Kil and Kid towered over him. Despite his short stature, he had the presence of someone much larger. A warmth radiated off him, drawing you towards him; an emotional tug that you could feel in your chest. He was handsome in an almost adorable way. His black hair fell in loose curls down over his forehead. He had a long scar under his left eye from an injury probably decades old. His skin was a beautifully warm shade of brown that matched his light brown eyes flecked with gold. His gaze was genuine in an intense way that made you feel exposed. His body was muscular but lean, like the build of a swimmer or gymnast. Around his neck was a thin leather strap from which an old straw hat dangled, resting on his back down between his shoulder blades. He wore a red Hawaiian shirt that he didn’t bother buttoning at all, ripped jean shorts, and flip-flops. An insane outfit for New York, you thought to yourself, quickly getting distracted by his washboard abs. Your face flushed and you hastily averted your gaze.

“Jeez, pull it together ol’ girl,” you thought to yourself.

Luffy thrust his arms in the air and beamed.

“JAGGY AND JAGGY’S FRIEND! YOU’RE HERE!”

He lept out and embraced Kil, wrapping both of his long arms around the blonde’s muscular chest. Kil recoiled slightly but settled into the hug, placing his right hand tentatively on the short man’s back.

“For fuck’s sake” Kid scoffed.

You thought Kid’s verbal hostility would ruffle Luffy, but he seemed completely unfazed.

“I don’t know you,” Luffy released Kil as his eyes met yours. You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you became the subject of his intense stare.

“Luffy, this is (Y/N). She’s a new friend of ours.” Kil explained, motioning to you with his right hand.

“Hey. Nice to meet you,” you said sheepishly meeting Luffy’s gaze and offering a small wave of your right hand.

“Nice to meet ya!”

The toothy smile he gave you in return was so bright it made you squint. You felt your heart flutter in your chest; you were completely overcome by his charisma.

“Hey, Jaggy!” Luffy slapped Kid on the arm with his long hand.

“Yeah. Hey.” Kid grumbled and looked away.

You furrowed your brow at the redhead. What was his problem?

“Come on in!” Luffy beckoned to the three of you and led you into the apartment.

The apartment’s common space was one long room divided into different sections by furniture. On the opposite wall to where you entered was a large, brick fireplace. The mantel was decorated with more party streamers along with candles, plants, and photographs. In front of the fireplace was a long wooden coffee table, seemingly the nexus of the gathering as most people were sitting on couches or chairs pulled up around it. To the right was a large bay window with built-in bookshelves on either side and a bench lined with throw pillows that faced the coffee table. Facing the bench was a large couch with an aggressively 1970s sepia-toned floral pattern. It had definitely seen better days, but its injuries had been patched up tenderly in places.

To your left was a media table with video game consoles and a TV. The far left side of the room was a dining area with a long, scuffed wooden table that was currently covered in reusable plastic cups and an unfinished game of Settlers of Catan. Behind it was what seemed to be an impeccably stocked bar cart. There were doorways on this side of the room, one leading to a linoleum-tiled kitchen, one to a bathroom, and one to a hallway that extended down to the left.

When Luffy said “party” on the phone, you had assumed it was going to be a body-to-body type of affair like the apartment parties you sometimes attended reluctantly with friends. This was the opposite of that. There were eight people not including you, Kid and Kil.

On the bench sat a 20-something busty redhead whose cheeks were already flushed from alcohol. She was arguing with the intimidatingly handsome, presumably similarly aged, green-haired Asian man to her right who was actively pouring both of them more sake despite neither of their glasses being close to empty.

Sitting in a dining chair pulled in front of the fireplace and as close to the redheaded girl as physically possible was a lanky man with blonde hair that hung loosely over his face. He was smoking a cigarette and drinking what appeared to be a dirty martini. He was smiling lovingly at the redhead, but she wasn’t paying him any mind.

On the floral couch sat a beautiful older woman with long dark hair and bronze skin, probably in her late 30s, holding a book in her lap. The book looked like it had been sitting open for a while and she was talking happily with the man to her left, a handsome, 20-something Black man with long curly hair he kept styled in a low ponytail. He was enthusiastically telling her about something, his excited hand motions emphasizing what he was explaining. On the man’s left side sat a large-framed older Asian man who was looking between the two conversations and smiling contentedly. Lastly, another older man sat behind the floral couch in a dining chair he had scooted closer to the group. He was a very tall, skinny Black man who was playing the acoustic guitar and lightly singing a happy little tune.

It was loud and somewhat chaotic for a small gathering, but the scene made you smile. Luffy paused once the three of you had shuffled in the door.

“Hey guys! Look who made it!” Luffy laughed as he addressed the apartment of people. The acoustic guitar and conversations briefly paused as all eyes turned towards you.

“Wow, Eustass. Never thought you’d actually take him up on it.” The redheaded girl teased, a sly grin spreading across her flushed face.

“If you wanted to see me that bad, babe, all you had to do was ask.” Kid cocked his brow at her suggestively. She rolled her eyes.

“Kid, I swear to god I will kick your ass” The blonde man stood up and pointed his cigarette at Kid in challenge.

Before you or Kil could say anything Luffy let out a loud belly laugh

“Come on guys! It’s a party! Let’s just have a good time!” He slapped Kid on the back playfully. Kid’s entire face got red and he stormed off to the bar cart at the end of the room. The man started playing the guitar again and everyone resumed their earlier conversations.

Luffy flopped down happily on the bench next to the green-haired man. You and Kil migrated to the bar cart where Kid had just poured himself a shot of whiskey. He threw it back and exhaled, slamming the “What Happens in Sabaody Archipelago, Stays in Sabaody Archipelago!” shot glass back onto the cart.

“Can we just ask him for a ride and get the fuck out of here?” Kid huffed at Kil. The sticky sweet scent of whiskey wafting from his large mouth.

“I don’t know if they’ll just up and take us without some convincing. Let’s all get a drink and see if we can talk one of them into it.” Kil said calmly.

“He’s probably right. It would be rude to just demand something from them the minute we got in the door.” You added.

Kid rolled his eyes.

“1. I don’t care about manners, 2. Kil, you just want a drink, 3. (Y/N), you only want to stay ‘cause you’ve got a hard-on for that lunatic.” Kid jabbed.

“What? I do not!” You huffed. “Also, if anyone is a lunatic it’s you, Kid. He seems perfectly nice.”

Kid opened his mouth to argue back at you but Kil placed his hand on Kid’s chest, stopping him.

“Let’s focus on the task at hand, shall we?” Kil said dryly. “Even if I do just want a drink, we’ll be outta here faster if we do some schmoozing.”

Kil turned to you.

“So, what do you want?” He asked cocking his head at you, a smile peeking out from behind his surgical mask.

“Hmph. Probably a Shirley Temple.” Kid laughed.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.” You said to Kil. His blond eyebrows shot up in amused questioning.

“Don’t let Kid bully you into anything. I usually drink whiskey neat, and not the good shit either.” Kil laughed.

“That’s just fine.” You smiled back at him, meeting his gaze. He was a hard man to read anyway, as composed as he was, so trying to interpret him with limited facial cues made everything more difficult. You thought you sensed a hint of flirtation in his tone, but you couldn’t be sure. And even so, god knows you didn’t have enough evidence to do anything about it.

“Make it three.” Kid grunted. He grabbed a dining chair and dragged it closer, but not too close, to the circle of friends.

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