#anyways sunny the moss lover

[moonyistired]

So I have finally started my 1.6 file. My new farmer is named Sunny, they dress exclusively in pastels, mainly pink and purple, and have a healthy farmer's tan.

Their favorite thing is moss.

[k4creative]

Raven and Cat

Please be my beta readers! 😊

I saw this photo on facebook for the umpteenth time this week and I decided to consider it a writing prompt. I'm keeping the premise, but I am deviating from the picture somewhat.

Here is the first part. I hope, I’ll be able to continue it!

Note: english is not my first language.

Any comment, criticism and good-intentioned help is welcome!

I.

In a forest clearing, on a moss-covered, sunny rock, a big white cat sleeps.

Calling this cat white though is like describing a sunset as ’orange’, or the eye of your lover as ’blue’... As the sun rays glide over his coat, you can observe, that parts of it are white as milk, others are like whitewash, or the silvery-creamy white of a pearl. His whiskers fracture the light into rainbow-coloured sparkles, and his fluffy tail – his pride and joy – gleams like the light of a harvest moon.

He sleeps restlessly. His ears are constantly twitching - catching the noises of the forest –, so does the end of his tail. Now his ears perk up, he opens one yellow eye and in the very next second he’s sitting upright, regally curling his tail around his front paws. He looks like, he never slept. An unholy swishing sound fills the forest clearing as an enormous black bird breaks the treeline. It lands without fuss a little further from the cat. It’s eyes glow purple for a moment, but the next blink clears the enchantment, leaving only the normal colour of anthracite in the big bird’s iris.

-Well? – asks the cat, unable to mask his agitation.

-Nothing. – comes the reply in a sharp, edgy tone. – I looked everywhere. – continues the bird, adjusting their chest feathers irritably – There’s no way she’s still in the vicinity. I can see traces of her mana all over the place…it is her territory after all…but beyond the Border…only a faint trail pointing North. We’re gonna have to follow her dammit! It’s been a month…

-I vote we wait for another week. There were times, she was away longer than…

-Yes yes – interrupts the raven rather rudely – but she always, always left instructions and sent dreams if she was delayed.

The cat visibly pouts after the interruption. His whiskers twitch and his pupils dilate for a split second. He remains accusingly silent, looking daggers at his companion.

-Look – says the raven, perfectly imitating a human sigh – I know you are territorial…I am too, but this is serious stuff.

-What about her villages? – asks the cat, finding her superior tone again.

-They have to make do without her anyway. – shrugs the raven – We did everything we could since she left. We educated that dull herbalist down in Riverbend. I replenished the potions of all the barber surgeons in the area and you strengthened every enchantment around the Border. The people gotta be fine until winter. – they tilt their head with a nasty expression on their beak - If this is not enough, they’d die without her anyway…

The cat lowers his lashes disapprovingly, then he lets out a sigh, yawns and stretches. The raven fidgets, waiting for a reply. They know that the cat has a bad temper and a stick up his butt about basically everything, so they force themselves to be patient. With two small licks of the hair on his chest, he finishes the ritualistic stretching and – apparently – the thinking too.

-I think in this particular matter your surmise might be true, bird. – the cat’s sonorous voice sounds in the raven’s head – However, an expedition of this importance and caliber should not be rushed. We need provisions: food, water, enchantments…we have to think about lodgings along the way…

-You must be joking! You are a hunter and a high class mage for the goddess’ sake! And I am a proud scavenger. Food? Water? Lodging?! It’s high summer, we can sleep wherever and whenever. You are nocturnal and I can adapt my eyes, so we can even move at night...! Stop pussyfooting around this and let’s go!

The moment they say it, the raven knows it was a mistake. They pull their head way down between the wings and with rapid blinking, looks apologetically at him. His eyes sparkle, ears flat, mane is all fluffed up and his whole body radiates righteous indignation. If the situation wouldn’t be this serious, the raven would flee now, till he calms down, but not now.

-Look, I am sorry! It was tactless of me to use that word, but we have to go and we have to start now!

-I will not let this insult slide, bird! -  sounds his voice in the bird’s head, underlined with a faint growl emanating from his throat. His blue left and yellow right eyes sparkle with fury. The raven is certain that if the enchantment would still be active, they’d be able to see his mana swirling red around his paws. After a few seconds of heavy eye contact, he gets a hold of himself.

-Unfortunately we really are pressed by time here. – he sighs, forcing calm on himself - She can only count on us. I will follow your lead for now, but be warned: you’re dancing on thin ice.

With that, the cat swishes his tail and with energetic bounds, fueled by his unquenched anger, he leaves the clearing. Due North.

The tension leaves the bird’s body after a few seconds. They imitate a heavy sigh again, and to calm themselves down, they emit a silent, low, purring ’kraa’. With a full body shake, they tidy their plumage, activate the enchantment in their eyes with a heavy blink, then take off to the sky, their giant wings beating the air heavily.

[writer59january13]

Inevitable death defines afterlife

I mull mortality

thru lens crafted occipital orbs regarding a better future

experience sing a space oddity –

whar incessant yaks exuding a big hurt

emanate as cosmic atomic

bipedal hominids replete roof lee wax during a foggy day in London town

despite current requisite vacs

in nation, with no win intent to tax earning income sans

new career in a new town

sacred gaia,

boot merely regale bing alive -

till death rattle racks breaking rocks

on a small plot of land –

named abdulmajid

this hue man vesicle

honking duck dine hasty billed quacks trumpeting as absolute beginners

hoe ping toot trumpet

sum dimming sense n sensibility cashed; screaming across the universe

gnome matter whirled wide web

tattered like worn school packs scattering fractal moonbeams

african night flight

scouring virtual briny deep

satiating hunger after all

sans respite from stressors 2-tha max ending after today at al alba

finds me caught up

in global game of thrones listening as dueling banjos

play alabama song

cosmic forces play bingo or jax keeping aladdin sane

while mortals on earth join

fine null scene grim reaper as final acts.

This then bryn mawr clowning bozo

belting out algeria touchshriek anthem

haint no wah shaky spear butta rip peats living virtuous like all saints moss lee same old epithet via matt speak, comprehending all the madmen

which maxim (or similar facsimile thereof) generating kickstarting optimism

among all the young dudes

attributed to bard of avon on stratford;

reaching renown when almost grown

e.g. rose by any other name.... embalming owed grecian formula lovers

always crashing in the same car

much ado about nothing amazing amlapura and amsterdam

couched in binary granules viz badinage, interlocking rem cycles

during an occasional dream

literary espionage donned

as persnickety persiflage, quite lame

convincing brilliance

to whit, and I say to myself eventually...all's well

that ends well sans this game reveling like any Warhol –

tripping anyway, anyhow, anywhere

of thrones - n this yahoo

pledges allegiance n fealty during the post world war two art decade

within parameters of cyberspace

cuz crest o kinship I aim.

Ike kin only imagine dragons

drooling n eyes glazed o’er bleacher blitzing the madding crowd

as the world falls down

than lovely bones re:

unique scrunched facial feature burning down the house ashes to ashes

twisted countenances wrought

by this motley fool sought after baying plaintively baal’s hymn

(der choral vom groben baal)

by men in white coats attired

as paparazzi equating lecher rocking cradling baby –

envisioning baby can dance

us content; misconstruing

sensitive uber up lyft ting preacher entrusting me - baby it can’t fall cooing baby grace (a horrid cassette)

a generic garden-variety homo sapiens doting with radiance

as baby loves that way

special to self n family

as a funny sunny teacher.

Credo i.e. to confront

fear of flying as netizen, pinging pacifying patty cakes,

which iz baby universal

pardon jeffersonian airplane droning

twittering like n angry bird shrieking that the referee backed a loser

echoing sagacious life lessons whey curd ballad of the adventurers

(die ballade von den abenteureren)

congeals shape shifting simian

with pliant plinth gird trebling melodic scaffold fueled band intro

shorn in various n sundry

couture hair re: styled swiftly tailored flying needles clattering with a bang bang

harried styled uniform

far from versace clothier - prices absurd holding wrongly incarcerated

behind bars of the county jail

boot issued from

rosy gun metallica sound heard describing the battle

for britain (the letter)

evanescence of beauty -

these words written by aging nerd hoping for thee to be my wife

from mine kempf noggin

each n every nine inch nail size word.

HEAVENLY STANZA INTERRUPTION ONE

[1akira-b]

With scenario #4 (I'm so sorry for forgetting to add that to my first ask 😅)

Don't worry love! I'm excited to write this lol I hope you like it <3

"I'd do anything to see your smile everyday" Zoro with gn s/o

Zoro was a very stubborn man. Hell it took him 2 years to finally tell you his feelings for you, well not that you needed him to there was a sort of obvious favoritism. He would always somehow get grumpier when Sanji would attempt to flirt with you, not that it worked anyways you had already set your heart on a certain moss-headed swordsman.

Now that you and Zoro are finally together you tend to spend as much time together as possible. From training together to napping together you two can always be found near eachother today was no different. You two were sitting on the deck of the Sunny after having lunch. Everyone was doing their own thing Sanji cleaning up the kitchen, Luffy trying to steal more food, Franky showing Usopp some cool new thing he made, Chopper and Robin reading and Nami working on her map. It was a nice quiet day to say the least.

Zoro was never one for PDA he's more of a private lover. That being said he has no problem with you being affectionate to him in public kiss his cheek hug him tightly hold his hand, he loves it he just won't show that unless you two are alone.

Sitting in the sun with Zoro who was preparing for a nice nap while you talked his ear off. Telling him a story that has derailed far from the original subject you laughed and smiled as you got so into what you were telling him. Zoro was a wonderful listener he typically stayed quite unless he had a question or suggestion, but today your smile just melted his cold facade making him crack a small but visible smile. You stopped mid sentence and smiled as wide as you possibly could. "I'd do anything to see your smile everyday." Pink dusts his cheeks and he looks away knowing he's been caught. He clears his throat "Yeah um same goes for you." You laugh knowing thats the best response you'll get out of him. Turning his head with your hands you place a quick sweet kiss on his lips. He returns the kiss and you pull away with a smile "love you Zoro" his blush which has never faded gets slightly darker "Yeah, love you too" with that he closes his eyes and falls asleep.

[vemuabhi]

Monster trio + Law with S/O who loves taking pictures of lightning

@ye-rin164​ asked :  i was thinking that if its possible for your write either a scenario or a HC ( what makes you comfortable) about The Monster Trio+ Law having an S/O who's into Storms Chasing, like she has the hobby of capturing awesome pics during thunderstorm and especially for lightings, like she never gets scared of going out on this bad weather just to admire it and get good pics, so maybe like once the gentlemen's happens to be free and wanted to know more about how she usually take these awesome pics , and once they see how she risky gets in danger just for a picture they get worried but she's like nothing happened its an awesome adventurous experience so they'd later feel proud about it👁️👄👁️

A/N : Its absolutely an amazing request Yui chan! Thankyou so much for requesting me for it! I loved writing for it!! And the picture you took is awesome!! I wrote them as drabbles if you dont mind! I hope you like it!

Zoro, Sanji, Law under the cut!

Word count : 1.3K

Warnings : Not proof read, but its all fluff so don’t worry!

MONKEY D LUFFY

Oh my god! That’s so cool Y/N!!!

Luffy would be so damn smitten by your hobby of taking pictures of the lightning.

He’d be so impressed to see you in action and would crave for more of it!

He’d take your hobby to a next level and would jump with you in his arms towards the lightning. Yes he’d never let anything happen to you though. The man likes to be in risky situations always.

He’d be the absolute partner for the photography session for you!

Once he took you so close that his hair and your hair stood up because of the close range, indicating a lightning was about to hit you two.

Then the lightning struck you two, but Luffy was there to shield you and protect you! He is a rubber man after all. The lightning would have ZERO effect on him.

You’d inspect for any wounds but he’d give you a grin and say that he is totally fine and lightning had no effect on him.

After that you and Luffy definitely got a lecture from the Navigator and the snipper. Luffy even got some kicks and punches as he almost risked your life.

But you knew you could trust Luffy with your whole heart. That was one of the reason why, you got the absolute best capture of lightning ever.

RORONOA ZORO

“Don’t go too far away! Wait for me! OYE Y/N!”

He’d become the overprotective boyfriend because of your interest in this hobby.

He’d be proud of the way you are being so daring while taking photos, but he’d also be worried because of the way you just go towards the lightning to take photos.

One day, Zoro thought it’d be great to take a nap as the weather was nice and sunny. After some time he woke up to the sound of thunder.

“What the hell?! it was all sunny just a while ago”, he’d think and would look for you, but you weren’t there, also your camera was missing. He suspected something like this would happen so he’d run in the rain looking at the lightning.

Then he’d find you taking pictures with your camera. He’d see how happy you’d look as you took pictures. Making him stop in his tracks.

Trust me, Zoro would forget that he should scold you for leaving without him. But… he’d just look at you. Mesmerised by the way you again run after the lightning.

What?! Running after the lightning again!!! His senses would come back after a while and would come to you and throw you over his shoulder and run away before the lightning hits you.

Zoro would run in the speed of another lightning with you still dangling on his shoulder. But you’d still get amazing shots of lightning anyway. In the way, if a lightning was about to hit, he’d repel the lightning away with a strong blow using his swords.

You never doubted Zoro’s skills and scenes like this made you to appreciate him even more!

“Nice one Zoro!”

“Hehe thank- IDIOT LETS LEAVE!!”, he’d still blush like a baby at your compliments.

These risky situations only made you people to fall in love even more and would stay memorable for you two!

BLACK LEG SANJI

“My dear its dangerous so, Let me prote- Y/N! LET ME COME WITH YOU!!!”

He is really impressed by your hobby but would be terrified as hell because of the way you risk everything to take photos of the lightning.

For Sanji your hobby is amazing too. If he sees the pictures of the lightning you took, he’d be hella proud of you.

Ussop would never hear the end of how amazing your pictures are.

Sanji even brags about you with Zoro saying, “Hey moss head, did you see the pictures Y/N took the other day. You bet your ass, can’t even click one picture properly. Look at my love, so talented”.

Even though Sanji was proud of you, he would still be a bit scared. He tried to put on a brave front by saying he’d protect you, but his insecurities would make him think otherwise.

One day as he got to know that there was going to be a thunder storm. He started to look for you and you were already ahead of him. He asked that he want to come with you and you agreed.

As you take pictures, he would keep an eye on you and the thunder storm. Making sure it’s not getting bad.

Sanji loves to watch you as you take pictures. You seem excited and totally focused on your hobby.

You wouldn’t care about the rain drenching you head to toe. But Sanji was definitely worried about your health.

He gulped every time you look at your picture as you see it after clicking a picture. His heart started to beat faster, its like seeing you for the first time again for Sanji.

You were like an angel to him. No one could be compared to you. You are the one who seemed more beautiful than the nature herself to him.

In between his thoughts about you, he forgot to notice the thunder storm getting bad.

“Oh no! We have to go Y/N come with me”

He’d carry you like a bride and sky walk in an instant to get to safety. As he was doing that, you got the perfect angel from the sky to capture the most perfect you could.

As you both reached a safer area, you showed him the picture and jump on him to hug him. He blushed like hell that time.

“Thankyou Sanji!! I couldn’t have gotten this picture if you didn’t sky walk with me. Thankyou”, you said as you went closer to him and wiped the blood dripping from his nose.

Damn he thought and he still keeps on thinking he is absolutely blessed to have you.

TRAFALGAR D WATER LAW

“Now?! You know you catch a cold everyti- FINE DON’T GO ALONE!”

Law would be totally worried about you going on your little adventures.

Law would be damn proud of the pictures you take but wouldn’t show it. But you knew he was proud because of the smirk he has when he sees your photos.

He even has some pictures you took, stuck on his work desk. Mostly it’ll be covered with paper works and documents but, you know how much he treasures them.

One time you went to him to tell him about going to take photos. He started telling you about how your health would be affected to stay in the rain for so long.

You didn’t care, he gave up and accompanied you on the little trip. The doctor was actually very happy. But he didn’t show his emotions.

Law liked to be beside you during this session always. He loved to see his lover get all spirited and hyped up. It felt happy to him see you happy.

You were the light in his dark life. Or at least he thought it every time he saw you. His life as a pirate captain doctor wasn’t easy. But you always looked like a ray of sunshine in his lonely life.

Seeing the storm getting closer to you people, he’d make sure to be ready to use his powers to leave ASAP.

As the lightning was about to hit, he used a rock to teleport to another place. Just in time.

“Law!”

“What now?”, he enquired only for to see your surprised expression as you looked at the photo you took. He leaned down and saw that, it was a beautiful photo of lightning.

“I love this. Thankyou Law”, you said as you hugged him. He blushed and returned the hug. He wasn’t really used to physical appreciation so he always got flustered whenever you hugged him.

‘Yeah… I love this dork’, he thought before he smiled and hugged you tighter. He loved you and you knew it even if he didn’t use his words. Because his actions always spoke to you.

XOXOXOXOXO

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[unknownwriting]

I love your blog, so if you don't mind can I request a one shot with monkey d luffy x female reader where the reader has a habit of giving luffy butterfly kisses. I'm dying for lots of fluff. Thank you!

Butterfly kisses

Summary- ^^ requested

Character(s)- Monkey D. Luffy

Warnings- none :)

Word count- 1.9k

Notes- butterfly kisses are literally the cutest thing in the whole world 🥺💕 I got a big carried away, this was honestly so cute to write, I hope you enjoy. Also happy Valentine’s Day

━━☆⌒*.

Butterfly kissed- soft kisses made from fluttering one's lashes against their lover's skin. An innocent act yet one filled with so much passion. The perfect kissed for (Y/n) and her captain, Luffy, to share. A soft and airy kiss making their relationship all the better. Ever since their relationship had started a while ago, (Y/n) continued to pamper Luffy with those kisses to this day. At first, the kisses were occasional, only happening when they split up to explore an island or after Luffy got into a fight. However, throughout their relationship, the kisses began to grow more frequent. Every night before they go to bed when they wake up, and whenever the 2 leave each other sides.

Although Luffy doesn’t think too much of the gentle kisses, they mean so much to (Y/n). Those simple kisses represent so much between the 2. The kisses show that the 2 of them have a very unique way of showing their love. And even though those kisses mean so much to her, and probably mean the same to Luffy, she couldn’t help that little voice that echoed in the back of her head.

What if Luffy’s getting tired of the kisses?

It was a pointless thing to worry about. It really was but that didn’t stop (Y/n). She continued to think about it, letting it consume her thoughts.

Letting out a small groan, (Y/n) learned over the railing and watched the dolphins swimming in the wake of Sunny. She didn’t mean to get the attention of the others seeing how her worrying is pointless, however, her groan seemed to grab the attention of the crew's archeologist. At least she was lucky to catch her attention and not someone else's, Robin seems like she would know a bit about the topic.

"Are you alright, (Y/n)? You seem a bit upset." Robin questioned taking a spot next to her side. Even if it was going to be easy to tell Robin, (Y/n) thought about it for a moment. With (Y/n) already knowing the answer, she decided to tell Robin anyways, just so she can have someone tell her that she was just overthinking things.

"I...I'm not sure Luffy likes my kisses anymore. I'm probably overthinking things, but it seems like he's bored of them." (Y/n) signed, leaning up from the rail and looking over at her older friend.

"What makes you say that?" Robin wondered.

"Because that's the only kiss I give him, and he never kisses back. So you can't blame me for thinking that." (Y/n) explained, unknowingly grabbing the attention of the crew's moss head too, "But I thought he always preferred those kisses."

"Jeez, you are overthinking it." Zoro blurted out joining (Y/n) at her other side. Jumping a bit, and earning a small giggle from Robin, (Y/n) looked over at him.

"Zoro?"

"Luffy's the easiest guy to even date. Always speaking his mind, doing what he wants when he wants it." Zoro pointed out, and (Y/n) knew every single one of those to be true. Luffy always tells (Y/n) what he likes and what he doesn't without a 2nd thought.

"Zoro is right. Overthinking things with Luffy is pointless. If he doesn't like them he would've told you. Luffy's simple-minded like that." Robin agreed. (Y/n) knew she was also right, she knows she could go right up to Luffy and ask whether or not he likes the kisses but she doesn't want to do that. She doesn't want it to be that simple.

"Ugh, I know but I don't want it to be that simple. Sometimes I want something to happen." (Y/n) exclaimed throwing her hands into the air, "Everything is so easy with him, which I don't mind but sometimes because things are so easy with him I can't help but overthink things. Like I'm doing something wrong or something."

Now Zoro and Robin could understand that too. Because Luffy is so easy he's just as complex. A curse disguised as a blessing.

"The 2 of you are on night watch tonight, right?" Zoro asked.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Then ask him then. It'll just be the 2 of you so you can have his full attention." Zoro has suggested before watching off again, probably to find someplace to sleep. As he walked away, his suggestion began to sink in. It was a pretty good idea, It just might help later tonight.

ミ☆

Later that night, while everyone else was sleeping or getting ready for bed, (Y/n) and Luffy both stood guard on the deck of Sunny watching out for any threats. Seeing how nothing ever happens, the 2 of them ended up goofing off, like any other night. They both told each other stories, jokes, and played games. It what the 2 of them would also do when it was their night to stand guard.

"No way. Rayleigh really made you fight those types of monsters?" (Y/n) laughed, listening to Luffy's crazy stories about training over the past 2 years. To (Y/n) the stories sounded so extreme but she knows well enough that it was true. Luffy is inhuman like that.

"Shishishi, yup. At one point I couldn't even eat until I dodged their attacks. It was hard." Luffy whined remembering that time. It was hard but it needed to be done. He needed to get strong for his crew's sake. For (Y/n)‘s sake. It would be a lie to say that Luffy didn't think or worry about (Y/n) during his training. That was one of the things that he missed the most, her warmth and her smile. And not the mention the amazing kisses she gave. He definitely missed those the most. Feeling (Y/n)'s soft lashes brush against his skin in a repeating fashion. When the 2 of them had reunited it was something that (Y/n) didn't hold back either, kissing him every chance they got to make up for all the time apart. However, recently (Y/n) hasn't been giving out the kisses anymore. The thing about Luffy is that he's dense, not clueless so he knows something was wrong with (Y/n) for a while now. As if he also overheard was Zoro said earlier, Luffy decided to bring it up.

"Sheesh. Only you could go through such intense training." (Y/n) giggled as she looked into Luffy's dark brown eyes. Now was going to be the perfect time to bring up the kisses. And she was, wanting to clear up the confusion as quickly as possible. But just as she gathered her thoughts and opened her mouth to say something there was a crash at the back of the ship. The crash echoed for a moment before it when silent again. Both (Y/n) and Luffy turned around to face the sound, waiting to see if anything else was going to happen. When it stayed silent and nothing else happened, (Y/n) was the first one the get up.

"Guess I'll go check out that sound," (Y/n) stated as she began to walk off. Luffy watched with a close eye as she walked. It didn't take Luffy long to realize something was missing. (Y/n) doesn't just walk off like that. She always kisses him before leaving. Before she could get far, Luffy stretched out his arms and wrapped them around her waist, yanking her back and into his lap. A soft yelp let her lips as she soon came into contact with Luffy's chest.

"Huh? Luffy what's wrong-" (Y/n) gasped as she felt his grip about her tighten. With his strong arms pushing her back, (Y/n) was almost able to feel every inch of Luffy's chest against her back. Something like this rarely happened. Luffy was never big on physical contact hence why they stuck to butterfly kisses.

"I'm not letting you go." Luffy cut (Y/n) off, resting his chin on her shoulder. With a blush covering her cheeks, she glanced over at him to try and reasons with him but when she looked she only got Luffy's intense stare back. Now (Y/n) knows he's being serious.

"W-what?" (Y/n) stared down at the grass on the main deck to embarrassed to meet his gaze. She began to play with her fingers as she waited for Luffy to say something. And the waiting was not helping at all, it only made her impatient. Luffy normally doesn't wait like his, he would just speak his mind. While she waited, (Y/n) could still feel his gaze on her at they sat in silence. Finally, with a squeeze from Luffy's arm, she spoke up.

"Because you haven't given me a kiss." Luffy blurted out.

"Huh?" His comment clearly caught (Y/n) off guard. She was not expecting those words to come from his lips. Luffy hummed into her shoulder and nodded.

"You haven't given me a kiss all day..." Luffy trailed off as his face sunk deeper into (Y/n) shoulder. In all honesty, (Y/n) didn't how to react. Luffy rarely acted like this, it came as a total shock. This side of him is completely new but it was cute. Clingy but cute. Glancing back down, this time she noticed that blush that covered the top of his ears. Seems like this side is new for Luffy too.

Staring down at Luffy a bit longer, a small smile crept onto (Y/n)'s lips as a burst of laughter erupted from her throat, "I didn't know you liked them so much."

"Of course I do!! Your kisses are super soft!!" Luffy exclaimed looking up from (Y/n) shoulder. Laughing once more, (Y/n) shimmed her way out of his grasp and turned aground, and faced her blushing captain. Locking eyes with him, (Y/n) placed a hand on her cheek and began to caress them with her thumb.

"Well that's good to know. I was afraid you didn't like them anymore." (Y/n) confessed.

"Why wouldn't I?" Luffy sounded offended at (Y/n)'s comment. Looks like he loved the kisses as much as (Y/n) loves giving them, "(Y/n) kisses are the best. As good as meat."

"...Luffy don't compare me to meat." (Y/n) let out a small scoff at his comparison. As weird as it sounded, it meant a lot to her. In Luffy's eyes, nothing beats meat.

"What? Meats amazing."

"I know, but that's not really the best thing to say to a girl." (Y/n) scoffed leaning into his flustered cheek, and began to flutter her eyelashes. He probably didn't mean to, but a small hummed left his lips in response. With that reps once in mind, (Y/n) went to his other cheek and give him another kiss, then his nose, then his forehead.

"Shishi, You're kissing me a lot."

"Of course. It only fair because I didn't kiss you at all today." (Y/n) smiled, placing one more kissing on his cheek. With all the kisses done, she leaned back and stared into Luffy's smile. It was relieving to know that Luffy enjoyed the kisses too. Now (y/n) won't have to overthink the kisses again. With his hands still around her waist, he hugged her again and sunk his face into the neck, as if to say thank you. And of course, (Y/n) hugged back. Luffy also knows that her hugs are just amazing as she kissed, so warm and full of love. It would be easy for them to of them to get stay like this forever but (Y/n) still has to go check out that sound.

Shifting around a bit in his grasp, (Y/n) spoke up, "hey, Luffy I still need to go check out that sou-"

"No, I want you to stay here." Luffy lurked out again, squeezing (Y/n) tightly again. She stared down at him again. His childish and clingy behavior is kicking in, there's no leaving him now.

With a quiet giggle, (Y/n) nodded and hugged him again. She'll just have to check out the sound later. Right now there doesn't seem to be any reasons or way to leave the comfort of Luffy's hug.

[poison--ivory]

Uninviting Cataclysm (Alastor x Reader) Chapter 5

Warning: A little smut, toxic relationship and child nearly drowning

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Cool, refreshing night air hit your burning cheeks. Arms wrapped around yourself on instinct to protect unclothed hands from the night's chilled air. Perring off to the right you gazed at cyprus trees with spanish moss blowing in the breeze. The smell of the bayou lingering in the fast moving wind, which typically smelt like alligators and dirty water.

     You weren't going to complain about it though, your papa used to take you shrimp fishing and you got used to that stench from day one. But,much to mama's indifference, she was terrified that you fall in and sink to the murky darkness below and like every other time she was exactly right. One clear, sunny day when you were eleven, you were sitting in papa's fishing boat while he was setting shrimp traps in the water. Well, one of the traps broke free and all you tried to do was put it back in place, but you ended up falling straight forward. You thrived to keep your balance fumbling with your grasp yearning for traction between your hand and the side of the boat, nonetheless you failed and plummeted into the murky abyss, dropping further with each second. You didn't realize, but your papa was on the shallow side while you thought everything was the standing up section. Holding your breath for as long as your little lungs could last, you tried to endeavor into swimming for the top. Not moving an inch no matter how determined you were, you stay put in one spot. In the next few seconds your lungs started to burn for oxygen and just like any human when near death you tried to claw and kick your way back to the surface. This sort of movement caused your energy to deplete, mouth opened without you realizing it, water rushed in and filled your lungs. You always thought drowning was a fast death. . . but no, you were very much awake and terrified that you couldn't breath or call for help. The more you struggle the more water comes rushing into both your mouth and nose.

   Then, came the peacefulness. The bliss of darkness and the slow drift away from the burning of your water filled lungs. The brown murky water turned black and the last kick reflex bucked against the muddy ground below.

   Bright light took over your vision and water bursted from your mouth and squirted from your nose. It took you awhile to see the dark figure hovering above you, before you made it out to be your papa. Who crushed you in a bone breaking hug, weeping and praying that I was fine. That memory always left you nervous, since it was one of the few very descriptive childhood memories you can think of.

   You really wished you hadn't drank that much which wasn't a lot at all, just four small shot glasses of gin. You probably won't drink gin for awhile after this night.(Especially with the thoughts you're thinking). Your body felt like you drank two whole pots of coffee, your nerves spiked like you're being interrogated. Glancing over at Alastor, he had his eyes glued to the road showing no intention of looking anywhere else. I guess the alcohol was speaking for the body to touch him, your head was yelling at you to wait for interaction before moving in. Struggling to keep your body in check you started to think about what Al and Mimzy did that took approximately two hours to finish. Refraining yourself from questing him now and deciding it would be better said at a later time when you weren't intoxicated.

   On the scale of drunkenness you were probably more in a state of excitement than anything. You had a pretty great time at the party and with a few drinks made the night even better. However, now you felt so nerve racked that your stomach was churning up everything you ate this evening and you really didn't want to regurgitate in front of Al. Sucking in a smooth breath and blowing it out trying your best to ease your clouded mind. Taking a mental check to drink ginger ale when you got home and laying awake for a while to read a nice book. Groaning, you leaned your head back and lightly closed your eyelids. This cool air did seem to cool your nerves for just a bit. Trying to fill the silence you mustered up a smile and peered over at Alastor.

 "Lovely night, isn't it?" Tilting your head off to the side, looking back at the surrounding landscape, ",so peaceful."

    Humming in agreement, he drew his hand on top of your cupped hands, giving the left hand a firm squeeze. Maybe a little too tight, but still a nice gesture.

 "Very lovely." Even though he wore his signature smile on his lips, that gaze in his eyes was completely. . . off. His eyes were too blank to comprehend a single emotion.

    Not understanding why his eyes look so indifferent you wanted to say something, anything to get him to vocalize his thoughts. A pang in the back of your head was telling you to speak, along with that heat in your chest.

     Al's absolutely terrifying when he's silent, because usually he can talk anyone's ear off non stop and without failure of boring himself. But, right now his silence most certainly meant he was either mad or in deep thought and you didn't want to take any chance of him in a bad mood.

     Before being courted he scared you to no end with that bleak, emotionless look and that stilled space we called a work environment. Trapping you in his arms, getting in your personal space and touching you randomly. What made it more creepy was he kept that permanent smile on, not falling even once. Needless to say you tried to keep his ego up on those days, no matter what your pride told you.

 "I made beignets for the party. Were you there long enough to grab one." You're not going to lie, your mind is still foggy of when Alastor arrived at the party. You drank more than what you normally drank tonight. So, it would make sense if Al mingled with others before joining you. He did have a tendency of leaving you, so he could talk to his friends. "Did you say anything to Husk before leaving?" Full attention solely on him now, offering him a gentle smile to lighten up the mood. Alastor kept his gaze staring forward his mind in great thought. Not noticing you talking or you trying to pry his death grip off your small hands.

     Accomplishing your quest and checking your hands for any signs of damage, you surveyed his features again. Becoming aware that now on close inspection, he had a small cut on the corner of his lip. It could just be your liquored mind playing with your eyes, but it looks so real in the moonlight.

  A car passing by shook him out of his stupor and he seemed to just notice that you just asked him several questions. The color in his pupils came back, and so went away that heat that flooded your body.

"Why, yes I did have a small chat with, Husker." Answered Al, his speech came out fluidly, like he wasn't just spaced out. ",he was having such a splendid time that I didn't want to interfere with his night of fun." His voice brought you some sweet release, although the pain was still there, you felt comfort in his soothing voice. "Mimzy, did eat some of your confections, but at last I was too busy looking for you, my dear." His hand rubbed against your cheek, cupping it with such warmth and love. It took your mind right off the nagging feeling in your chest.

 "Oh, yes! Mimzy and Husk were going to play tonight weren't they." A guilty pang rushed into you for not witnessing their performance, and were making arrangements in your head to fix them their favorite dishes later as an apology.

 Alastor's hand cupped your chin and squeezed both cheeks. Causing your face to mush together, you in return playfully slapped his hand. "Don't you worry your pretty little head over that. Husker was way too out of it to perform tonight anyway." Giving your head a light tap before moving it back on the wheel. His gaze completely focused on the road now.

    The pain resurfaced with a sharp sting and you were jolted upwards out your seat. Peering over at Al, he seemed to not notice your struggle at all. The fire only got worse with each passing moment only for a cold chill to wash over your form.

    Time steadily passed and with that an eerie silence filled the car, the only sound being made was the bumps in the road, causing the metal of the car to grind together.

    The silence formulated into that known fear that you had when you first met this man. Your mind was telling you to apologize for whatever reason you couldn't understand. It was like a small speck in the back of your mind nagging you to make amends with your lover.

   You just really needed him to converse with you, because this was causing your chest to burn with that searing heat, again. The last time this happened was at that restaurant where you first met. Back then you tried to deduct that it was only acid from your stomach acting up. Now you realized that both pains did feel similar.

    Yet, this time it was way different, because this feeling was more intense and vibrant. In the restaurant there was this escape from your body feeling, the same as a dream like state.

This was much worse.

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     The rest of the drive you failed to gain your lover's attention and learned to bear with the ungodly pain that felt like four ovens going off at once.

 Driving up toward your house, Al parked the car, getting out and opening the passenger side door waiting for you to exit the car. The tension was still there and you still don't see why he was irritated. You're probably reading into this and he just had a bad night and it's not your fault at all. But, you listened to that sweet voice in your mind giving you sweet nothings that if you talked to him again the pain would vanish.

     He walked you up to the door and this was usually the time he bid his 'Adieu' and left back to his car. However, he stood his ground and grinned down at you. The small speck yelling at you now that this was your chance to make your suffering end.

Conjuring up a soft smile you asked Alastor, "Uh. . . Do you want to come inside, Al?" Nervously staring up his large stature.

     Alastor rubbed a single finger underneath his chin, looking off to the side like the question was a difficult one to answer to.

       Always so, dramatic.

 "Why, yes! That would be splendid, my dear!" You nodded and spun around to quickly unlock the door. Once successfully unlocking the front door and giving it a great shove, you were met with two white, purebred poodles snapping their heads in both your directions. The metal tags on their collars harshly rapped against the buckle. Tails wagging when seeing your face appear from the door frame.

    Beaming you patted your padded knees calling for those cute dogs to give you small hugs and kisses on the hand. Making way toward in your direction they stopped right in their tracks glaring at the man behind you. Alastor strides into the house, but back tracks when encountering the two pooches. Alastor took comfort standing close behind you.

     Well, they never did get a chance to meet, Al. Papa lent them over to his work friend for hunting he planned to do in the fall.

     Remi and Rosa both were whining at this point and pawing at the ground. Turning around with a swift twirl you glanced up at Al.

 "Oh, yes!" Snapping your middle and thumb together to produce a loud sharp noise. "You didn't meet these two, yet. They were away with a family friend training for the hunting season." Gazing into Al's eyes you noticed the look of distastefulness while he stared daggers at the two poodles. "What's wrong, Al?"

    Shaking his head he made eye contact with, the grin on his features strained with a slight twitch. Even so, he threw off my concern with a wave of his hand. "Let's head up to your room, love." Sensing that Alastor didn't wanna talk about right now.

     Shrugging your shoulders you felt Al grip your hand while passing the pooches. Light growls emitted from their throats, as soon as we stepped forward. They never really growled at anyone before. You wanted to sum it up to the fact that Alastor hunts a lot and dabbles in taxidermy. They probably smell the fur of the dead deer on his clothes. Possibly, a big stretch though.

   Guiding him up the stairs and down the hall to your room, you let him in and dropped his hand to situate yourself on the bed. Well, not before locking the door for precaution sake. Taking the time to straighten out your outfit, while Al looked around your cozy, acquainted room.

    Staring over you ogled his handsome features. He took long strides around your mediums sized room,peering over objects he deemed interesting, which was everything apparently. Picking up a pouch of sand you collected when you last visited the beach. Which was about ten years ago, you went with your parents and brother for a nice day of fun.

      A very eventful day, especially when Isaac got scared of a little seaweed that hit his shoulders. He screamed bloody murder that a crocodile was gonna get him. While he yelled in terror, papa tripped on wet sand running to "save" Issac from a patch of seaweed. Mama and I were watching the chaos proceed within itself and laughing when Isaac was explaining how seaweed could've been a crocodile in disguise.

    So immersed in deep fond memories, Alastor walked over to your bedside and sat next to your small frame, wrapping an arm around your waist. Snapping you out of thought and nearly having a heart attack gazing at his face.

     Alastor gave your forehead a quick kiss, then your cheek two quick smooches and finally, reaching the neck.

     Heat radiated off your cheeks and quickly spread across your body. You should be used to him being this close by now, but nonetheless his closeness and his kisses always left you a heaping mess.

     The most intimate moment you shared was a seering, long and passionate makeout session that turned nearly indecent. You had to wear makeup on your neck to hide the hickeys and bite marks, you still have a reputation to uphold.

     Alastor shoved your back on the bed and climbed over your small frame. Continuing with his kisses and sucking at the flesh on your neck. A light, funny sensation radiated from your chest.

       Al's hands traveled from your waist to your hips, rubbing his thumbs into your sides. His right hand slid back up cup your cheek, kneading the flesh of your plump cheek. Tilting your head just a bit for him to have easy access to the exposed skin. Amused by this gesture he decided one up you.

       His other hand used little to no effort to pry open your thighs. Settling in between your thick thighs, grinding against your delicate parts in the process. Causing a moan to escape your lips.

 "Asshole, that was certainly uncalled for, you know." Huffing and glaring off to the side, applying pressure up on his chest. "Get off! I wanna try something, too." Excitement clearly in your tone. Giving his shoulders a great push, hardly moving him an inch. "I wanna try something new, tonight."

    Al was considering the idea of you taking control, which was uncommonly interesting, coming from you. You never took the first step in these activities. Well, besides hand holding and giving light pecks on the cheek before he goes on air. You honestly never took the first initiative to these intimate moments together.

 "Hmmm. . . Alright darling, I'll humor you just this once." He rolled off your form, laying next to awaiting for your next move. "Come now love, I'm in desperate need of your sweet kisses." Al dramatically draped his arm over his forehead, shaking his head back and forth like so.

     Sucking in a quick breath, you climbed over Al's lanky, built body. Hovering over his face for a good couple seconds, contemplating on whether or not to go through with your motive.

     Not taking any other awful thought to mind, you went in for the kill. Kissing his lips with such outstanding passion, followed up more feverish kisses slowly trailing off to his jaw. Suckling the skin rather harshly, pulling the muscle with your teeth.

     Kind of payback for all the marks he left visible on you.

     Alastor's hands stroked your back and gave your hips a pleasant squeeze. Soft and silent grunt came from his throat.

 "Is that all." He scoffed, rolling his eyes in the process. "I thought you wanted to try something new." He waved his hand off to his side, pulling his body upright along with your mass and sat you on the top of his thighs. "Now if you wanted something new, I can gladly assist in this troubling time for you." His smirk made butterflies act up in the pit of your stomach, your heart rate accelerated even faster than before.

 "I was getting there, I was just working up to the big finalè." Arms shot outward and lazily hung from Al's shoulder blades. Analyzing what he just asked your cheeks went flush with embarrassment. "But, what if I d-do want what you're serving." Nearly stuttering over some of your wording. Afraid to stare at his eyes, so you settled for his chin.

     Alastor laughed very loudly, then gently laid you down on the cushioned blankets. Then, situated himself next to your much smaller frame. Entangling his arms around your torso and waist.

 If question marks could come up out of nowhere the whole room would be flooded in your confusion. "Wait, is that it?"

 "Why of course my dear. This is something we hardly tried together, since your house is always full and my mother needs my attention. Why not now to test out a cuddle session with you."

  Groaning you shoved his chest again to create a barrier between the both of you, but failed miserably. Laying in defeat you decide to stay sheltered under his arm prison.

     "Hey, Al can I ask you a question?"

 "Why you just did my, dear." Laughing at his own joke, "ask away, my dear."

This subject was always delicate when it came to Alastor. He talked about his mom in such high regards, but never wanted to go into full detail about the situation. So, asking this question was already making your chest heat up with such fierce force. Although, you managed to mutter out the next words very clearly.

"So, when can I actually meet your mother?"

". . . ."

[alilbihh]

heliophile

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pairing: hoseok x reader

summary: helio·phile, noun (plural heliophiles)

A lover of the sun.

(or: You turn to look at him and find him already looking. He's stealing cherry-like fruits from behind the counter top and slipping them into the most bafflingly ugly pouch you've ever seen.

You engage in a silent staring contest that lasts approximately four long seconds before you speak. "Yo.")

genre: alien!hoseok, space!au (?), fluff

words: 2.3k

When you step out the space craft, you'd expected the air to be cold and frigid but it's not. It's warm, like if you were to look up, you'd see the blues and pinks of the horizon, the sun peeking just slightly behind the clouds.

You're on an odd planet whose name you can't pronounce, with too many consonants and not enough vowels and maybe, like, three F's. Too many F's. Too much everything.

The pilot is a prickly old man with grey hairs and crooked teeth, but you think he looks happy when you smile in his direction. The void between planets doesn't leave much room for anything but years of self-reflection, pinpricks of destinations, no place to call home. It must be lonely for him, you think.

Someone bumps into you and it's then you realize you're standing still and the people behind you are stepping off, and you breathe breathe breathe before doing the same.

You think it feels like an airport before you stop to think that it kinda is. The walls are a stark white and everyone is carrying around their luggage and it's-- weird. It's weird.

You'd done mild research on the place before leaving Earth, but it all still feels odd. Out of place. Like the whole three days on the space craft had been a fever dream. Like you'd woken up in your bed back at home and suddenly the sky was a light purple and there were two moons.

There are patches of green on the ground that look like grass but not quite. You step over them and continue your trek.

You pass by people with antennas and lurid pink skin and black filled eyes before you reach the outside and realize you're the only human. Or maybe you're an alien to them, too.

(You wonder if they also feel like outsiders.)

It's your seventy third day on the planet and you're milling through the market, trading ores for valuables like water and groceries. You haven't quite gotten over home yet. Still wake up hoping the sky will be blue when it never is.

Someone taps on your shoulder, and when you turn they're vaguely human-like, except when he speaks it's in the planet's mother tongue. It's an ugly language, with a slick, hissing enunciation that sounds like a secret. You hate everything about it, no matter the being that speaks it.

"You look like you're looking for something," He says, and you pick up on enough words to understand what was said. Tourist guides on the language can't help you forever.

The sky isn't blue and the language is ugly and you haven't heard your mother tongue be spoken for a bit too long, but this is meant to be your home. Even if you feel almost too untethered to yourself in it.

So you say, “I'm not. Thank you.” And that's that.

As a kid you dreamed of becoming an explorer, whose name was scrawled on storefronts and whose discoveries were put in museums back at home.

You still dream, sometimes, of places you've never been. Of tossing pebbles over streams that bleed pink, dipping your toes in the shoreline, of trying to decipher the poetry etched onto moss covered rocks, of running through the greenhouses on Mars, biting into the red-speckled fruits. Of trying to find a place to belong.

Your sleeps are dreamless these days.

(There are approximately fifty seven Earth-sized planets in the Milky Way alone.

Before, it made you feel full to bursting like an overripe cherry for the galaxy and its endless mysteries.

Now, it makes you feel small.)

It’s day one hundred and something when you're watching the condensation pool around your drink, making small talk with the holographic bartender and failing miserably when a man sidles onto the stool beside you.

"Do you want a tip?" You're saying, then realize holograms won't have a use for money, but slide a crumpled bill over the wooden counter anyway. It's Earth currency, just something you had in your pocket when you left, climbed into the nearest space craft and didn't look back. You're light-years away from where it could serve any sort of purpose, but maybe the hologram will want it anyway.

"Lifeform detected," it says, flickering blue like static. Not even acknowledging your money, the bastard. "Status: Earthling. What is your language of preference?" It starts cycling through all of Earth's languages when you don't respond and you just let it, try to guess which language it's speaking before it moves on to another.

The man is still sneaking interested glances at you, which you know because he's wearing gloves and a scarf and, like, three sweaters while cramped inside a bar made entirely of heat and sweat, even if you're sure it was warm outside. It's weird and bizarre.

You turn to look at him and find him already looking. He's stealing cherry-like fruits from behind the counter top and slipping them into the most bafflingly ugly pouch you've ever seen.

You engage in a silent staring contest that lasts approximately four long seconds before you speak. "Yo."

There are billions upon billions of languages this man could know, billions upon billions of different planets or stars he could be from, but he still smiles and says--

"Hey."

You swallow. "You were looking at me just now."

The man only hums. Tosses a cherry into his mouth, stem and all. "That I was."

He's wearing this awful yellow wool sweater over what could only be several other sweaters underneath it, and he's smiling something big when his mouth makes this heart shape that you hadn't noticed before because you weren't really looking but now you are looking and it's. Devastating.

"Well." You cough, then clear your throat. Take a sip of the drink you'd just remembered was still there. "Cool."

"Yes." The man says, skin tinted honey and gold. You've seen many skin colors, all from different colors of the rainbow, seen horns and pointed ears and too many eyes. And maybe his is the closest thing to human, but at the same time it's-- not. It's different. Too pretty to be human, like he's lived on the sun his whole life.

He's still smiling, something careful and charming, because apparently his mouth is incapable of resting in any other expression.

"What's your name?" You say because he's been staring for what could only be beyond what's socially acceptable, and then his grin gets impossibly wider, cheeks crinkling at the edges.

His name is Jung Hoseok and he was born on the sun. Visited Earth, once. Visited the whole Solar System, stayed in a humble cottage on Pluto for two years before moving because something was twisting in his gut, apparently. Something that screamed go, move, leave.

He left and left and left, found solace in the nothing of space. (Or maybe he didn't. If he's anything like you, you don't think he did.)

His name is Jung Hoseok and he's had the same froggy green underwear for the last four years and he has a small tattoo on his hip, a little sun, and when he presses you to the mattress he's warm warm warm, tastes like the honey gold of his skin. Like the sun.

His name is Jung Hoseok, and you haven't felt this warm in a long time.

You feel kind of like you're walking on the deck of the Titanic as it sinks, the room tilting slowly on its axis, all off-kilter.

Next to you, Hoseok sits in bulky winter wear and it's kind of funny. It must be hard to be constantly cold, but you think he manages.

You don't know what you're doing here, still doing here. But then an old steam train whizzes by and you feel-- strangely nostalgic. Like someone from the eighteenth century, plucked straight out of a Ghibli movie. You hadn't even known this was on the planet. (Maybe you never cared enough to look.)

Hoseok gets up, offers an elbow. "Well?"

So you follow him inside the train, sit on a plush red seat by the window, watch as the scenery paints itself blue then green then pink. You pass by a sunny forest one second then a snowy one the next. Hear laughing children and spot a mother with kind eyes and laughter lines.

Then suddenly everything fades and you're running on water and the sky is a light light purple that fades into a not-blue. An almost-blue. Blue.

You look away from the window and find Hoseok staring at you. Wonder if he ever looked away. Simply say, "Blue."

He smiles something tender and soft. Fond. "Blue." He agrees.

"S'blue, where I'm from." You look at the window again. The sky is starting to become more purple, but you think you like it. You hadn't before, wonder what changed. "The sky, I mean."

"I know." He nod nod nods, doesn't say anything else.

You both get off on a stop where you don't know where you are, and you lead Hoseok to a nearby farmhouse where the horizon line is burning against the tips of the wheat, setting the world on fire.

You blast through the blazing gold and when you collapse on the ground, no closer to the sun than when you started, Hoseok runs to lie beside you on the soil, brush a finger over the tips of the wheat leaning over him.

Your heart is beating so hard against your ribcage you think it might burst.

"How long are you staying?" You say, tilt your head to watch him.

"Hm," he hums, "Not long. I just crashed here for, like, supplies."

"Oh." Something claws at your chest, squeezes your lungs, takes over when you then say, "Are you looking for a co-pilot?"

Hoseok startles, turns quick, smiles something slow slow slow and then he's grinning. His eyes are wide and pretty and honest.

"We'll travel a lot."

"I know."

"We'll have to leave this place. Won't settle down any time soon."

"Yeah. I know." You breathe.

"Do you even know how to fly a space craft?"

"Uh," you stammer, "no."

You hear more than see the grin when he says, "You're in."

"What does this button do?" You ask, finger hovering over a red button that looks incriminatingly dangerous.

Hoseok hums, not taking his eyes off the monitor, and simply says, "Self-destruct."

You pull back immediately. "Are you being serious right now?"

"No." When you turn to look at him, he's grinning. You punch his shoulder lightly as he tumbles over in laughter, takes a hold of your hand softly. Doesn't let go even though you're sure it's faster to type with two hands.

Hoseok is a constant, you learn quickly.

You and Hoseok travel long stretches of nothing and get off on stops where neither of you know where you are. Sunken cities and civilizations built through secret, languages of clicking and hissing and too many rolled out R's, the setting of a blue sun on an unnamed planet.

Hoseok is always there, there to look out for you and guide you and sometimes, when he looks at you, you catch him smiling something soft and relieved. Almost as if to say ah, there you are.

The in-betweens are a big part of it, you think. Sitting back between destinations just to this, this constant. To Hoseok dancing in the living room to no music at all and to him clicking away at the monitor and sometimes, when you're lucky, to the stars filtering through the blinds and a hand around your waist when everything is warm, warm, warm.

"This is nice," Hoseok says on a day where everything feels slow, like the world is hanging on a drop of honey. An arm is looped over your back, the monitor clicking behind you in a comforting white noise, and there's a steady line of a heartbeat mirroring your own.

Hands are tugging at your face, pulling you in, sun-warmed lips meeting yours halfway.

"What's nice?" You murmur as you trail a hand down his face. You trace the crease between his brows, the slope of his nose, the apple of his cheeks. The dip between his lips.

Hoseok kisses the pads of your fingers. "Just-- sometimes, I used to go months without saying anything out loud, saying anything at all, so this is just. A nice change. Really nice." He trails off, sighs into your shoulder. Presses a kiss there, just because he can.

"Oh." You breathe. When you lean back to cup his cheeks, his eyes are half-lidded and honest and so impossibly fond, and you look and then really look, find traces of the sun.

You press your lips to the crown of his head and just breathe. The mood has softened and you're okay with that, okay with him lifting you up and bringing you to bed, pinning you in place, murmuring something soft that you don't catch.

You stay like that for the rest of the afternoon, soft and still. Hoseok must fall asleep at some point and maybe you do too, but when you look through the glass the outside is still the long black-blue stretch of dusk that it always is. You turn and your nose brushes over Hoseok's, and he looks so beautiful your heart stutters for a terrifying moment.

It's day three hundred and.. something. You're not sure anymore, stopped counting a while ago. Find that maybe you don't need to, not anymore.

(Once you'd run away from your planet, snuck onto a space craft and didn't look back until you realized how lonely it was out there.

And now-- now... Now you've realized that maybe it's not as lonely as you thought. That maybe home was never a place at all.)

a/n: y/n, sitting on the pilot seat of hoseok’s space craft: kowalski, analysis. hoseok: what

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love me sweet like a sugar in a pie / kiss me deep with a dreamy little sigh

Faith / Buffy

* Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover // Sophie B. Hawkins 

that old dog has chained you up, alright / give you everything you need to live inside a twisted cage / sleep beside an empty rage / I had a dream I was your hero

* Hologram // Katie Herzig

I'm gonna let you down / gonna toss you around / gonna make you want everything you haven't found / I'm gonna hold your hand / then ask you to stand / ten feet away

* Buy her Candy

she's a famous / she's the best / I cannot lay / my heart to rest / she is selfish / she is kind / no one can say / she is mine

* Nights with you // MO

I'll take you out tonight / leave it all at home / don't care about your boyfriend waking up alone

* Portions for Foxes// Rilo Kiley

'cause you're just damage control, for a walking corpse like me, like you (S6 Fuffy edition)

* Last 2nd Chance // Vaughan Penn 

this is the last second chance I’ll ever need / this is the last time you’ll hear sorry from me

Buffy / Cordelia-

* More like you // Hazel English

I could waste all of my time / thinking up ways to catch your eye / and I tried but it just didn’t feel right / and besides I'm just trying to get by

* She // Dodie 

and I'll be okay admiring from afar / cause even when she's next to me / we could not be more far apart  (late S1 - mid S2 coffy, either pov)

* Can’t / Naaz 

in my mind / I can be what we choose / but in life / we can't stand in those shoes

* Midway // Bad Bad Hats 

the shadows you were casting nearly swallowed the night /  but god, I could have kissed you (I imagine this as the night Cordelia drops Buffy home in Helpless or sometime in mid-late S3)

* Touch //  Shura 

I wanna touch you but I'm too late / I wanna touch you but there's history / I can't believe that it's been three years / now when I see you, it's so bittersweet  (if either had showed up in L.A or Sunnydale after Buffy was resurrected)

Tara / Buffy

* If I Could // Sophie Zelmani 

If I could help you with /  this part of life you've got to live /  you could load your weight on me

* Our Eyes // Lucy Rose 

I'm alive / I feel it now / I never knew I'll find it on you / out of line we got ourselves / in a look, wait we are not fine / wait, you are not mine 

* Wire // Alessi Ark 

I'm tired of walking this wire / it keeps me awake for heaven sake / I was made for this girl / I feel lonely / my friends don't seem to know me / like i thought they did

Willow / Cordelia

* Upper West Side // King Princess

I can't stop judging every thing you do / but I can't get enough of you

* Then If I’m Weird I Want to Share // Tender Forever

people told me / that you're too sexy / you're too sexy for me / but actually I just don't care / I think it's bullshit everywhere

Buffy / Willow

* Loners // Maddie Ross

one night alone in the bookstacks / summer to make all the kids sad / next fall we're back in the corner / nice girls love kissing the loners

* Ray of Sunshine // Go Sailor 

yellow hair, fiery stare / nothing's right, 'cause she's not here tonight 

* Explosion // Zolita 

it's a mindless love affair / one hot mess of bleach blonde hair / I could kiss her but your lips taste better / you could kiss him but my words are sweeter

* Sweet Moon // Sundarta 

when the world is big and I’m alone / I call you and I am home

Faith / Tara

* Will You Be My Girlfriend // Alanis Morissette 

I guess I fall and you stay intact is that right? I guess you hear me and won't attack me, is that right? guess I reach out and you reach back, is that right?

* Not gonna Get Us // T.at.u 

soon there will be laughter and voices / beyond the clouds over the mountains / we'll run away on roads that are empty / lights from the airfield shining upon you (teenage runaway mehane)

* Love you Anyway // Jil Nisson & Marlene

I know what you've been getting / coz I sure got it too / don't, don't you forget it / the damage they do

* Walk The Line // Halsey

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine / I keep my eyes wide open all the time / I keep the ends out for the tie that binds / because you're mine, I walk the line

Willow / Amy

* Wherever We Are // Human Life

after the day we're chasing the sun / farther away the faster we run / feet on the ground our head in the stars / finding the sound wherever we are

* When We’re High // LP 

let’s swallow the moon and the stars / let’s wallow just right where we are

Amy / Faith

* Whiskey & Black Leather // Sapphic Lasers

some they want a girl next door / but that ain't what I'm looking for / I first saw your lips across the room / red like a blood moon

* Her Lover // Ally & Stevie 

she is like a cat in the dark / and then she is the darkness

* High Enough // K Flay 

don’t try to give me cold water / I don’t wanna sober up / all I see are tomorrows / oh, the stars were made for us

Cordelia / Anya

*  Only a Girl // Gia

soft touch, warm skin / nothing like my ex-man / slowly falling, I don't want my next man

* I Don’t Do Boys // Elektra 

I don't do boys, I just do girls / just do girls with style and class / I don't do boys, I just do girls / just do girls with kissable ass

Fuffy / Radison

* One More // Elliphant 

stay with me tonight / we can count the street lights / stay with me alright let's bring it all back to life (bad girls & smashed shennanigans)

Dark Willow / Anyanka + Darla / Drusilla + Lilah / Cordelia (Jasmine possessed version)

* Glory & Gore // Lorde

delicate in every way but one, / God knows we like archaic kinds of fun / chance is the only game I play with / baby, we let our battles choose us 

“ Your Lips are Red // St. Vincent

this city's red / this city's red from riding us into the ground / this city's black / this city's black from all the ashes in downtown

Willow / Anya

* Wishful Thinking // The Ditty Bops 

when the cold and lonely hours put your heart to the test / maybe I'll be the one that you like best (S7 Rosekins)

* The Happy Song // Kate Miccuci 

'cause isn't it nice to have the friends that you do? / and isn't it nice that the sky is so blue? / and isn't it nice to say "I love you"? (the cheery & matter -of-factly style of this song reminds me of anya)

Faith / Willow

* So-Called Str8 Grrrl // Gina Young

I think you want me / you know you want me / so why do you talk shit about me

* She’s so Lovely // The Butchies 

she's a rocker dressed like a killer / she's got lips like wine not sugar 

* Sum of your parts // Mary Lambert

I didn't know I was a phoenix till I learned how to speak / even with ashes in my mouth I was still born to breath / I wonder are you like me

* All I Want is To Be Your Girl // Holly Miranda

Well there's ghosts in the night and ghosts in my mind / and if we quit changing we'll be left behind / but I won't take another chance of screwing it up / so I stay where I am / but all I want is to be your girl

Buffy / Satsu

* Cliff’s Edge // Hayley Kiyoko

you turn me on / you lead me on / you got me on / a cliff's edge (satsu’s pov)

* One Night // Charlie XCX 

you are somethin’ special / twenty carats, solid gold / what we had was precious / but I had to let you go

Cordelia / Lilah

* Short Skirt, Long Jacket // Larkin Poe

I want a girl with a mind like a diamond / I want a girl who knows what's best I want a girl with shoes that cut / and eyes that burn like cigarettes

Fuffy + Willow / Kennedy

* We Might be Dead by Tomorrow // Soko

give me all your love / ‘cause for all we know / we might be dead by tomorrow

Kendra / Buffy

* Eleventeen // Kimya Dawson

you may feel strange, well, you are an angel / stuck in tight pants stuck at a high school dance / stuck doing people things not knowing you have wings

* Supergirl // Anna Naklab

you can see in her eyes / that no one is her chain / she's my girl / my supergirl

Cordelia / Faith

* Can I Say Baby // GIRLI 

can I say baby? / I don't wanna be soppy / but I like your style / think you're kinda cool / I'm sort of into you

* Rebel Girl // Bikini Kill 

rebel girl rebel girl / I think I want to take you home / I want to try on your clothes

* Flowers and Rope // Princess Nokia

voices in my head, monsters under my bed / I'm alone again, I lost all my friends / wanna play pretend? hope this never ends

Fred / Faith

* Whiskey // Nicole Reynolds

you accept that i talk too much / i accept that you talk too little / but it's fine / i like a good riddle

In the Margins // Ani Difranco

you are a rare bird / the kind i wouldn't even mind / writing in the margins of my books

Willow / Kennedy

* Pretty Girl // Hayley Kiyoko 

I can tell you’re real smart / world class piece of art / I can see you in the dark / all we have to do is start

* Let it Go // Allie Moss 

darlin' you see / the fear in me / and how I'd finally be / if I were willing to let it go

Buffy / Anne

* Annonymous Club //  Courtney Barnett 

let's start an anonymous club / I'll make us name badges with question marks

* Hideaway // IVY 

under stars and satellites / a thousand miles / from where we've been

Willow/Fred + Buffy/Tara

* I Was Made for Sunny Days // The Weepies

I was made for sunny days / and I was made for you

Faith / Kennedy

* Crimson and Clover //  Joan Jett & the Blackhearts 

ah, now I don't hardly know her / but I think I can love her

“ Honey // Kehlani

I like my girls just like I like my honey; sweet / a little selfish

Cordelia / Fred

* Genius // The Murmurs

she's kinda weird / she's kinda freaky / but I don't know / I think she's a genius

* There she goes // Sixpence None the Richer 

there she goes / there she goes again / racing through my brain / and I just can't contain / this feeling that remains

[wineanddinosaur]

9 Things You Should Know About Piper-Heidsieck Champagne

Just after you figured out which letter gets the umlaut in Moët & Chandon (not to mention how to pronounce it), it’s time to learn about Piper-Heidsieck (PIPE-er HIDE-sick). Not because the French Champagne house gets a lot of beautiful people drunk at the Oscars; not because the brand sprang out of a love story; not even because they’re among the first producers introducing special robotic technology into their vineyards (don’t panic — more below).

Get to know Piper-Heidsieck because the brand sits in that happy place where a thirsty imbiber might invest a few extra dollars in a next-tier bottle (in fact, VinePair recently ranked Piper-Heidsieck Cuvée Brut NV among the best Champagnes under $50); and because of its fascinating pedigree as a Champagne house that’s straddling more than 200 years of history with technological and cultural advancement. (Not to mention: If it’s good enough for Marilyn Monroe to drink every day, it’s worth a few minutes’ reading time).

Here are nine things you should know about Piper-Heidsieck.

There’s a mini soap opera in every bottle.

Piper-Heidsieck founder Florens-Louis Heidsieck was just a lowly draper in Reims when he fell in love with a young woman from the Champagne region. Because love has always made us batty, Florens followed her to her homeland and promptly fell in love with its bubbly, adding Champagne to his cloth and draping repertoire in 1785 and beginning what would ultimately become a wildly successful global Champagne brand. (The cloth part was eventually dropped.)

The Piper-Heidsieck soap opera gets a little soapier.

It’s already plenty juicy that Florens-Louis Heidsieck followed a woman to Champagne, but the Piper-Heidsieck melodrama doesn’t end there. After Flornes passed in 1828, his nephew Christian Heidsieck took the reins alongside his cousin Henri- Guillaume Piper. Things get really juicy when Christian passes away suddenly — and after an appropriate mourning period, Henri marries his cousin’s widow in 1838, at which point Piper-Heidsieck becomes the official company name. (Suddenly, everyone dating each other on “Friends” seems a lot more innocent.)

The founder (probably) hand-delivered his bubbly to Marie Antoinette.

There were royal scandal-makers well before Meghan Markle (we’d run to Canada, too). One of the most famous, Marie Antoinette, was such a fan of bubbles that Florens-Louis Heidsieck knew he had to impress her if he wanted to make a dent in the brimming Champagne market. So, he brought his bubbly to Versailles. Marie Antoinette liked it so much that she gave Heidsieck the equivalent of 14 exclusive VIP accounts in the royal court. (Fun fact: The Champagne coupe glass is rumored to have been designed after the shape of Marie Antoinette’s breast. That’s disputed, but at the very least we’re certain this modern coupe glass is definitely shaped like Kate Moss’s left breast.

Marilyn Monroe powered through Piper-Heidsieck like you go on a Starbucks run.

It adds to the mystery — and a bit of the tragedy — of the blonde bombshell to learn that Marilyn Monroe used Piper-Heidsieck as a pick-me-up the way you and I might drink a latte when boredom or 4 p.m. (or, God forbid, boring 4 p.m.) strikes. Marilyn was rumored to keep a month’s supply of Piper-Heidsieck in her kitchen to dip into anytime the day lagged, or the rest of the population seemed disappointingly un-Marilyn. In fact, a Cosmo senior beauty editor recently followed suit, living like Marilyn for a week and popping bottles all over the offices of Cosmopolitan (which somehow still put out a magazine that month).

Piper-Heidsieck cellars were (briefly) a WWII weapons hiding place.

Among the panoply of entrepreneurs, lovers, widow-marrying cousins, and Champagne enthusiasts, at the helm of the Piper-Heidsieck family business over the years was an avid pilot named the Marquis Jean de Suarez d’Aulan (he married into the family that took over after Henri-Guillaume Piper passed). The Marquis was not only a valiant pilot in World War II, but he allowed members of the Champagne Resistance to hide some of their weaponry in his cellars.

The brand gives a range of sparkling expressions to explore.

While the main blend focuses on the three grapes most vital to Champagne — Pinot Noir, Pinot Meunier, and Chardonnay — a bottle like their 2002 Rare Millésime has a full 70 percent Chardonnay from the Reims region, not to mention seven years of cellar-aging. For an ultra-luxe tasting, line up bottles of various blends side-by-side to understand the strengths each grape brings. For the Chardonnay-led Rare Millésime, for example, look for tropical and citrus fruits at its core, with age coaxing anything from spice to herbed biscuit to creamy nuttiness, like the white interior of an almond.

Piper-Heidsieck is introducing robots to the vineyard.

We’re not talking Terminators stomping the grapes of Champagne (not yet, anyway). However, the future is now thanks to Piper-Heidsieck’s recently appointed “chef de cave” (a.k.a., “guy in charge of deciding important things about the bubbly”), 32-year-old Émilien Botillat. Among some of his “wild” ideas that could revolutionize (and/or scandalize) an industry deeply entrenched in tradition are “vitibots,” or A.I. technology specifically useful to vineyard management. Boutillat invested in a startup making “vitibots” and has already brought one to Piper-Heidsieck — but don’t worry, it’s an autonomous tractor meant to encourage precision spraying and not slowly, systematically destroy the Champagne region for its robot overlord.

It’s the official drink of the Oscars.

Piper-Heidsieck is back as the official Champagne of the Oscars, so if you’re looking to at least sip like the stars in 2020, here’s your shot (a bottle of the non-vintage brut runs just about $35). FYI, stars love Piper-Heidsieck as much as Marilyn used to; according to organizers of the 2017 Oscars, a bottle of Piper was popped every eight seconds.

It’s not too fabulous for ice.

Piper-Heidsieck was brave enough to risk some serious drinks-shaming, creating a Champagne specifically meant to be enjoyed on ice. Piper-Heidsieck Riviera edition was inspired by the sunny scenes at Cannes and St. Tropez with a blend of Pinot Noir, Pinot Meunier, and Chardonnay that leans lighter, plus a hint of added ginger (which isn’t as insane as it sounds, considering the thrill of a bit of a spice riding up the icy bubbles as you inform your yacht captain that you will, in fact, be cave-diving later).

The article 9 Things You Should Know About Piper-Heidsieck Champagne appeared first on VinePair.

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9 Things You Should Know About Piper-Heidsieck Champagne

Just after you figured out which letter gets the umlaut in Moët & Chandon (not to mention how to pronounce it), it’s time to learn about Piper-Heidsieck (PIPE-er HIDE-sick). Not because the French Champagne house gets a lot of beautiful people drunk at the Oscars; not because the brand sprang out of a love story; not even because they’re among the first producers introducing special robotic technology into their vineyards (don’t panic — more below).

Get to know Piper-Heidsieck because the brand sits in that happy place where a thirsty imbiber might invest a few extra dollars in a next-tier bottle (in fact, VinePair recently ranked Piper-Heidsieck Cuvée Brut NV among the best Champagnes under $50); and because of its fascinating pedigree as a Champagne house that’s straddling more than 200 years of history with technological and cultural advancement. (Not to mention: If it’s good enough for Marilyn Monroe to drink every day, it’s worth a few minutes’ reading time).

Here are nine things you should know about Piper-Heidsieck.

There’s a mini soap opera in every bottle.

Piper-Heidsieck founder Florens-Louis Heidsieck was just a lowly draper in Reims when he fell in love with a young woman from the Champagne region. Because love has always made us batty, Florens followed her to her homeland and promptly fell in love with its bubbly, adding Champagne to his cloth and draping repertoire in 1785 and beginning what would ultimately become a wildly successful global Champagne brand. (The cloth part was eventually dropped.)

The Piper-Heidsieck soap opera gets a little soapier.

It’s already plenty juicy that Florens-Louis Heidsieck followed a woman to Champagne, but the Piper-Heidsieck melodrama doesn’t end there. After Flornes passed in 1828, his nephew Christian Heidsieck took the reins alongside his cousin Henri- Guillaume Piper. Things get really juicy when Christian passes away suddenly — and after an appropriate mourning period, Henri marries his cousin’s widow in 1838, at which point Piper-Heidsieck becomes the official company name. (Suddenly, everyone dating each other on “Friends” seems a lot more innocent.)

The founder (probably) hand-delivered his bubbly to Marie Antoinette.

There were royal scandal-makers well before Meghan Markle (we’d run to Canada, too). One of the most famous, Marie Antoinette, was such a fan of bubbles that Florens-Louis Heidsieck knew he had to impress her if he wanted to make a dent in the brimming Champagne market. So, he brought his bubbly to Versailles. Marie Antoinette liked it so much that she gave Heidsieck the equivalent of 14 exclusive VIP accounts in the royal court. (Fun fact: The Champagne coupe glass is rumored to have been designed after the shape of Marie Antoinette’s breast. That’s disputed, but at the very least we’re certain this modern coupe glass is definitely shaped like Kate Moss’s left breast.

Marilyn Monroe powered through Piper-Heidsieck like you go on a Starbucks run.

It adds to the mystery — and a bit of the tragedy — of the blonde bombshell to learn that Marilyn Monroe used Piper-Heidsieck as a pick-me-up the way you and I might drink a latte when boredom or 4 p.m. (or, God forbid, boring 4 p.m.) strikes. Marilyn was rumored to keep a month’s supply of Piper-Heidsieck in her kitchen to dip into anytime the day lagged, or the rest of the population seemed disappointingly un-Marilyn. In fact, a Cosmo senior beauty editor recently followed suit, living like Marilyn for a week and popping bottles all over the offices of Cosmopolitan (which somehow still put out a magazine that month).

Piper-Heidsieck cellars were (briefly) a WWII weapons hiding place.

Among the panoply of entrepreneurs, lovers, widow-marrying cousins, and Champagne enthusiasts, at the helm of the Piper-Heidsieck family business over the years was an avid pilot named the Marquis Jean de Suarez d’Aulan (he married into the family that took over after Henri-Guillaume Piper passed). The Marquis was not only a valiant pilot in World War II, but he allowed members of the Champagne Resistance to hide some of their weaponry in his cellars.

The brand gives a range of sparkling expressions to explore.

While the main blend focuses on the three grapes most vital to Champagne — Pinot Noir, Pinot Meunier, and Chardonnay — a bottle like their 2002 Rare Millésime has a full 70 percent Chardonnay from the Reims region, not to mention seven years of cellar-aging. For an ultra-luxe tasting, line up bottles of various blends side-by-side to understand the strengths each grape brings. For the Chardonnay-led Rare Millésime, for example, look for tropical and citrus fruits at its core, with age coaxing anything from spice to herbed biscuit to creamy nuttiness, like the white interior of an almond.

Piper-Heidsieck is introducing robots to the vineyard.

We’re not talking Terminators stomping the grapes of Champagne (not yet, anyway). However, the future is now thanks to Piper-Heidsieck’s recently appointed “chef de cave” (a.k.a., “guy in charge of deciding important things about the bubbly”), 32-year-old Émilien Botillat. Among some of his “wild” ideas that could revolutionize (and/or scandalize) an industry deeply entrenched in tradition are “vitibots,” or A.I. technology specifically useful to vineyard management. Boutillat invested in a startup making “vitibots” and has already brought one to Piper-Heidsieck — but don’t worry, it’s an autonomous tractor meant to encourage precision spraying and not slowly, systematically destroy the Champagne region for its robot overlord.

It’s the official drink of the Oscars.

Piper-Heidsieck is back as the official Champagne of the Oscars, so if you’re looking to at least sip like the stars in 2020, here’s your shot (a bottle of the non-vintage brut runs just about $35). FYI, stars love Piper-Heidsieck as much as Marilyn used to; according to organizers of the 2017 Oscars, a bottle of Piper was popped every eight seconds.

It’s not too fabulous for ice.

Piper-Heidsieck was brave enough to risk some serious drinks-shaming, creating a Champagne specifically meant to be enjoyed on ice. Piper-Heidsieck Riviera edition was inspired by the sunny scenes at Cannes and St. Tropez with a blend of Pinot Noir, Pinot Meunier, and Chardonnay that leans lighter, plus a hint of added ginger (which isn’t as insane as it sounds, considering the thrill of a bit of a spice riding up the icy bubbles as you inform your yacht captain that you will, in fact, be cave-diving later).

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9 Things You Should Know About Piper-Heidsieck Champagne

Just after you figured out which letter gets the umlaut in Moët & Chandon (not to mention how to pronounce it), it’s time to learn about Piper-Heidsieck (PIPE-er HIDE-sick). Not because the French Champagne house gets a lot of beautiful people drunk at the Oscars; not because the brand sprang out of a love story; not even because they’re among the first producers introducing special robotic technology into their vineyards (don’t panic — more below).

Get to know Piper-Heidsieck because the brand sits in that happy place where a thirsty imbiber might invest a few extra dollars in a next-tier bottle (in fact, VinePair recently ranked Piper-Heidsieck Cuvée Brut NV among the best Champagnes under $50); and because of its fascinating pedigree as a Champagne house that’s straddling more than 200 years of history with technological and cultural advancement. (Not to mention: If it’s good enough for Marilyn Monroe to drink every day, it’s worth a few minutes’ reading time).

Here are nine things you should know about Piper-Heidsieck.

There’s a mini soap opera in every bottle.

Piper-Heidsieck founder Florens-Louis Heidsieck was just a lowly draper in Reims when he fell in love with a young woman from the Champagne region. Because love has always made us batty, Florens followed her to her homeland and promptly fell in love with its bubbly, adding Champagne to his cloth and draping repertoire in 1785 and beginning what would ultimately become a wildly successful global Champagne brand. (The cloth part was eventually dropped.)

The Piper-Heidsieck soap opera gets a little soapier.

It’s already plenty juicy that Florens-Louis Heidsieck followed a woman to Champagne, but the Piper-Heidsieck melodrama doesn’t end there. After Flornes passed in 1828, his nephew Christian Heidsieck took the reins alongside his cousin Henri- Guillaume Piper. Things get really juicy when Christian passes away suddenly — and after an appropriate mourning period, Henri marries his cousin’s widow in 1838, at which point Piper-Heidsieck becomes the official company name. (Suddenly, everyone dating each other on “Friends” seems a lot more innocent.)

The founder (probably) hand-delivered his bubbly to Marie Antoinette.

There were royal scandal-makers well before Meghan Markle (we’d run to Canada, too). One of the most famous, Marie Antoinette, was such a fan of bubbles that Florens-Louis Heidsieck knew he had to impress her if he wanted to make a dent in the brimming Champagne market. So, he brought his bubbly to Versailles. Marie Antoinette liked it so much that she gave Heidsieck the equivalent of 14 exclusive VIP accounts in the royal court. (Fun fact: The Champagne coupe glass is rumored to have been designed after the shape of Marie Antoinette’s breast. That’s disputed, but at the very least we’re certain this modern coupe glass is definitely shaped like Kate Moss’s left breast.

Marilyn Monroe powered through Piper-Heidsieck like you go on a Starbucks run.

It adds to the mystery — and a bit of the tragedy — of the blonde bombshell to learn that Marilyn Monroe used Piper-Heidsieck as a pick-me-up the way you and I might drink a latte when boredom or 4 p.m. (or, God forbid, boring 4 p.m.) strikes. Marilyn was rumored to keep a month’s supply of Piper-Heidsieck in her kitchen to dip into anytime the day lagged, or the rest of the population seemed disappointingly un-Marilyn. In fact, a Cosmo senior beauty editor recently followed suit, living like Marilyn for a week and popping bottles all over the offices of Cosmopolitan (which somehow still put out a magazine that month).

Piper-Heidsieck cellars were (briefly) a WWII weapons hiding place.

Among the panoply of entrepreneurs, lovers, widow-marrying cousins, and Champagne enthusiasts, at the helm of the Piper-Heidsieck family business over the years was an avid pilot named the Marquis Jean de Suarez d’Aulan (he married into the family that took over after Henri-Guillaume Piper passed). The Marquis was not only a valiant pilot in World War II, but he allowed members of the Champagne Resistance to hide some of their weaponry in his cellars.

The brand gives a range of sparkling expressions to explore.

While the main blend focuses on the three grapes most vital to Champagne — Pinot Noir, Pinot Meunier, and Chardonnay — a bottle like their 2002 Rare Millésime has a full 70 percent Chardonnay from the Reims region, not to mention seven years of cellar-aging. For an ultra-luxe tasting, line up bottles of various blends side-by-side to understand the strengths each grape brings. For the Chardonnay-led Rare Millésime, for example, look for tropical and citrus fruits at its core, with age coaxing anything from spice to herbed biscuit to creamy nuttiness, like the white interior of an almond.

Piper-Heidsieck is introducing robots to the vineyard.

We’re not talking Terminators stomping the grapes of Champagne (not yet, anyway). However, the future is now thanks to Piper-Heidsieck’s recently appointed “chef de cave” (a.k.a., “guy in charge of deciding important things about the bubbly”), 32-year-old Émilien Botillat. Among some of his “wild” ideas that could revolutionize (and/or scandalize) an industry deeply entrenched in tradition are “vitibots,” or A.I. technology specifically useful to vineyard management. Boutillat invested in a startup making “vitibots” and has already brought one to Piper-Heidsieck — but don’t worry, it’s an autonomous tractor meant to encourage precision spraying and not slowly, systematically destroy the Champagne region for its robot overlord.

It’s the official drink of the Oscars.

Piper-Heidsieck is back as the official Champagne of the Oscars, so if you’re looking to at least sip like the stars in 2020, here’s your shot (a bottle of the non-vintage brut runs just about $35). FYI, stars love Piper-Heidsieck as much as Marilyn used to; according to organizers of the 2017 Oscars, a bottle of Piper was popped every eight seconds.

It’s not too fabulous for ice.

Piper-Heidsieck was brave enough to risk some serious drinks-shaming, creating a Champagne specifically meant to be enjoyed on ice. Piper-Heidsieck Riviera edition was inspired by the sunny scenes at Cannes and St. Tropez with a blend of Pinot Noir, Pinot Meunier, and Chardonnay that leans lighter, plus a hint of added ginger (which isn’t as insane as it sounds, considering the thrill of a bit of a spice riding up the icy bubbles as you inform your yacht captain that you will, in fact, be cave-diving later).

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I Sniff-Tested 7 Summer Candles That Cost Less Than a Beach House

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I Sniff-Tested 7 Summer Candles That Cost Less Than a Beach House

The other day, I caught a whiff of a passerby’s perfume and was mentally hurled back to 2004, standing in the bathroom with my sister, spritzing us with Bobbi Brown’s Beach, a scent that smells explicitly and delightfully of sunscreen. In that nostalgic, perfume-swept moment, it occurred to me that summer hygge is real, and that fall and winter have been stealing the cozy spotlight for years.

Candles are the most obvious expression of hygge if we’re talking smells, and as a candle-lover, I’m miffed at the wintery context of burning a fragrant flame. It’s not like candles are actually warm, so why the seasonal monopoly? All this aimless whining ultimately found me sitting on my couch this past Sunday, surrounded by seven candles with beach- and summer-adjacent names, sniff-testing my way to a headache in service of discovering the secret to warm-weather coziness. Finding the perfect summer candle, I was certain, was like hacking your way into owning a summer home at the low cost of $22 to $80 dollars — much cheaper than a beach house.

After the first candle was lit, it struck me that I have no idea how to describe smells beyond imagining where I might breathe them. For that reason, along with my below reviews, I’ve include the written descriptions of the candles from their websites, which I assume were penned by professionals who know what hyacinth water is and don’t describe smells as “like the backseat of your grandma’s new car” (a smell I’m pretty into, consequently).

Anyway, without further ado, a summer candle review for the year-round hygge fiends among us.

Notes: “Refreshing salt water and sea musk warmed with sunny notes of tangerine and orange blossom”

I figured it prudent to start with a classic Yankee. First impression is the packaging is right on theme: very blue, like the sky. Or ocean! It smells pretty strong, even unlit. I would describe it as “pungently fresh,” not unlike the bathroom in a fancy hotel lobby if it were adjacent to where they wash all the guest towels. I like it. I would probably light it in March, when the winter is dragging and I’m considering a move to Earth’s inner core.

Notes: “green ozone, water fruits, white floral and moss”

This candle is very Ralph Lauren, very gold; would not be out of place in a gilded palace. The smell is pretty strong on first whiff, just like Yankee. It’s very floral; I do not smell any green ozone, but then again I don’t know what that is. It smells like a fancy department store you go to with your mom on special occasions, in a good way. It doesn’t make me think of summer specifically, but the floral notes make it feel fitting for warm weather.

Notes: “island lime, ocean breeze, sea salt, blue lotus, water hyacinth, white musk”

This box and candle are more millennial-friendly than Ralph’s in that I’m positive they’ve been Instagrammed a lot, possibly while being balanced on a watermelon. My first sniff is a citrusy delight, as is the second and third and fourth. My official diagnosis of this candle is “citrusy.” It reminds me of walking into a juice shop in Williamsburg with 17 dollars to burn on 8 ounces of juice. Or hugging my mom, for some reason. I would call this definitively summery. Would love to burn this while wearing a sundress and making a fruit salad.

Notes: “French lilac, heliotrope, muguet, and hyacinth, with a barely-there dash of carnation and leafy greans.”

This is the most beach-ready candle I’ve ever seen. And it smells just like a pool house! Or maybe the kind of flowers that are planted near your friend-with-a-pool’s pool, mixed with the pleasant rubbery smell of an expensive lounge chair. This wins for most explicitly summery. It smells a little more floral when it’s burning; I almost prefer it as a dormant, unburned room freshener for that reason, but I still love it and think it should be a crime to burn or even sniff this in the fall or winter.

Notes: “tropical citrus, creamy coconut, and cool sea breezes”

This candle smells how it looks: clean, simple, beige. Like a nice soap. It’s delightfully subtle. It took me a second to recognize the familiarity of it as the faint smell of sunscreen. It has a wood wick, which means it crackles as it burns. A distinctly cozy feature. Maybe too cozy? Just close your eyes and pretend you’re at a bonfire, is my tip. It reminds me of a candle I loved in college called “Cozy Cashmere” and the feeling I get after taking a much-needed shower and putting on a fluffy robe. I love this one, but it’s not necessarily summery. In fact, could be a year-round contender.

Notes: “A fanfare of orange peel, rhubarb, cardamom, fresh fig and guava balanced by a touch of cyclamen, same pale woods, a little vetiver and amber.”

This candle was supposedly inspired by Coney Island, which gives it points for beachy-ness despite not having a beachy name. Points are lost on that front, however, when you see it: It’s completely black, without a seashell in sight. On the other hand, it smells like a fruity cocktail served in the lobby of a resort, which is both distinctly summery and a vibe I’m open to propagating in my apartment. A little strong though. Unrelated: Byredo’s hand soap in Suede is my year-round heaven.

Notes: “A very sweet, voluptuous flower blend evocative of Florida’s blooming magnolia flower with hints of lemon and vanilla. Foods from the area were important for us. If you close your eyes, you’ll get a ricochet of key lime pie.” (via Ocean Drive)

This candle looks the most like summer with its green glass jar and palm frond illustration, and it makes for a pleasant-looking tchotchke unlit, possibly next to a tower of limes. It smells like walking through the rose-filled backyard of a spa, which isn’t something I’ve done personally but feel confident in my ability to approximate, smell-wise. It’s very summery, in that sense, but more floral than beachy. I did not smell the key lime pie, but would eat some right now or even later. It also smells expensive, as all Diptyque candles do, but approach with trepidation if you prefer something subtler.

I consider these all winners because I’m a benevolent candle judge, but my favorites were Jonathan Adler’s Sea Salt and Lafco’s Poolhouse. I didn’t find one that smelled explicitly of sunscreen like I hoped, but I’m sure it’s out there, and I’m certain it would effectively serve as a deed to a beach house if found, so put it in the comments if you know of one. And let me know how you manufacture summer hygge while you’re at it. I’ll be taking notes.

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Photos by Madeline Montoya; Art Direction by Emily Zirimis.