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magicalink · 7 months

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Sleep Headcanons💤

How your non-human husbandos need or not need to sleep. This is part of Better Find Husbandos AU and speaks of the times when reader was in a relationship with each of the boys. Contains: fluff! Domestic slice of life! Headcanons canon for Better Find Husbandos!

Characters: Venti, Albedo, Xiao, Scara/Wanderer/Kuni in order x female reader. (arranged in the order reader slept with them :3)

Venti

The body your dear wind spirit created to inhabit completely resembles the one of a human. Even if he is strong and resistant due to his nature, he needs to eat, drink, go to the bathroom, etc, to sustain this vessel without resorting to using his Archon or wind spirit powers, which cost energy that is no longer unlimited now that he doesn't have the Gnosis anymore.

Therefore, obviously, he totally needs to sleep. He sleeps every single night (or day, after a hangover) like any healthy human. That keeps him in shape and without the need to cheat and grab elemental or divine energy from his stash, which he only does when strictly needed. Because of this, in his humanoid, weakened state, it's really easy for him to get drunk. But if something very bad happens and he needs to sober up to protect you, he won't hesistate to grab that power and using it to strengthen or modify his body and fight alongside you.

As I said, he sleeps every night and he likes doing it with you. He was so happy when you gave him a room in your teapot, since then he didn't need to sleep on the street or sneaking under Diluc's vines to get shelter. But ever since you got intimate with him he doesn't use that room and to be perfectly clear, he has no intentions to go back to it. He crawls into your bed every single night and he loves it.

He uses the cute little pajamas you made for him when Barbara taught you how to sew, sleeping hat and all. He snuggles up to you and demands being little spoon. He snores all night, most of the time softly light a spring breeze, but some nights noisily like a hurricane, and he drools all over your pillow.

Albedo

Your dear friend Albedo, the chalkboy, the homunculus. It took a bit of time of friendship and some nights of sharing the bed with him whether because there was a snowstorm after you visited his lab and you were trapped or because he invited you with a straight face, but you learned about his sleeping habits too.

Very much like Venti, he needs to sleep and eat. He is a nice cook but he has weird tastes, such as eating spiders or so, but when he has guests he cooks decent food. He does have some resistance when it comes to spending some days without sleep, but it's not clear if this is due to his physical nature or his workaholic behavior. Sometimes he works for three days in his experiments running on 3 hours of sleep and caffeine seeminly unaffected. But besides those marathons, he does sleep regularly. He is careful with his health and the health of those close to him, like Klee and Sucrose, and he always exercises and eats healthy. (Matbe thst's why he is obsesses with the nutrients of spider and other unconventional foods) He is a grat brother and a grear friend and makes healthy foods for Klee and forces Sucrose in and out of bed whenever she is in one of those workaholic insomniac marathons or depressive strikes that prevent her from going out. After all, she doesn't have his superhuman resistance.

From the few times you slept with him, you know that he has a comfy double bed in a room behind his lab, sheltered from the frigid environment of Dragonspine. You were super comfy there, but honestly Albedo is kinda restless even when he sleeps. Apparently his curiosity doesn't stop even if he is dreaming, and he twitches and mumbles things about his experiments in his sleep. Sometimes he sits up, turns on the lamp, and writes notes on the notepad he keeps on the nightstand for when he gets ideas in the middle of the night. The few times you were with him, he apologized for waking you up, he gave you a warm smile and a gentle kiss and tucked you back, spooning you just to fall back asleep and mumble things about whopperflowers in your ear while his hand twitched like he was trying to write in his dreams.

Xiao

Xiao doesn't need to sleep. He can go an entire century without doing it, but it doesn't mean that doesn't take a toll on him, or that sleep doesn't help him. In fact, it's wonderful for his health, both psychological and physical, making him get stronger.

But sleeping is not easy for him. He hadn't slept in a long time, because he is scared of stopping his watch over Liyue for the smallest second, and because the nightmares he gets are atrocious.

It was only very deep into his relationship with you that you convinced him to sleep. The bond you have with him is so special, not only you cleanse his karmic debt energy but also your proximity manages to calm him down enough as to fall asleep. It took a long time to reach this stage but then when he laid by his side he could finally sleep, even if Venti was making a ruckus with his snoring and drooling. He loves him too, and wants to protect the both of you. So no, he doesn't need to sleep, and most of the time he is only keeping guard while in bed with you, enjoying the peace and quiet and your proximity, the sound of your breath. But sometimes he does relish in the luxury of sleeping by your side, and the morning after he always feels so refreshed that he feels like a different person: light, stronger, healthy.

He is a big spoon with an iron grip, his protective instincts never go down, not even when he is asleep.

Kuni

Ei created Kuni based on Khaenrian technology that aspired to create perfect humans, (such as Rinherdotir plans for Albedo) with a twist. She didn't want to create a human, he wanted a puppet that could fool humans into thinking that it was one of them.

She did succeed in making him indistinguishable from a human from head to toe. On the outside. But on the inside, he doesn't have the same organs humans have, (not even synthetic, improved humanly organs like the ones Albedo has) but synthetic organs that even if they are not like the ones of humans, they were designed to mimick their noticeable functions.

That is to say, as we all know, Kuni can drink and eat, and feel the flavor of the food. He loves bitter tea and despises sweets. But that doesn't mean he needs to expell those things. In fact, his "stomach" will dissolve everything with a potent acid which its recepy was lost along with Khaenria's demise.

So that's about all his bodily functions: he can perform them, to trick humans, because that was his original purpose. But he doesn't need to do it to survive. Eating, drinking, peeing, breathing. That is unnecessary keeping himself alive. That's just for show (As Kabukimono, not only he began drinking to pass as a human, but also he learned that he had to blink often to make humans less uncomfortable). Or for pleasure.

Because he knows you love when he breathes in your neck when he gives you kisses. And he loves to enjoy the flavor and aftertaste of a bitter black tea. Or to accompany you with a little platter of whatever you two are making for dinner for you and your glutton floaty companion.

Same goes for sleeping. He doesn't need to sleep. He could go an eternity without doing it and he would not die, his body would not get weaker. And as Kunikuzushi and Scaramouche, he never slept, he deemed it lowly and weak and he considered that the fact that he was able to wake himself from the slumber in which Ei put it was a signal of his superiority.

But sleeping is good for his mental health.

Ei planned his body meticulously, making sure to be in control of all his bodily functions. But as we all know, she everything regarding his mind slipped out of her control. She wanted a thoughtless, emotionless, empty puppet. But Kuni is so much more than that.

He had his own thoughts and emotions and desires from his first waking moment, and oh those feelings were human. They were so profoundly human Ei panicked and did what she did. Because if humans do have a soul, then Kuni definitely has one too.

And even if the body and brain don't tire, age or wear down, the mind does. The heart does. The soul does. Going around without sleeping won't make his body crumble, but it sure makes him stressed, irritable, depressed.

He got back in touch with the act of sleeping when he was still the Balladeer, when he started hooking up with you. Just to play. Just to experiment. After your passionate nights, he fell to the temptation of closing his eyes while you were cuddled up against him, nestled in his bed he never used before he met you. He was just planning to rest his eyes for a while, to experiment with those mundane pleasures. He never expected them to feel so good.

Nowadays, he loves sleeping. But it has to be with you. Otherwise, who would comfort him when he gets those atrocious nightmares??

When they don't haunt them, there's nothing better than to cuddle up against you in your shared bedroom in the Teapot after a long day. To close his eyes, hold you tight and relish in the warmth of your human flesh, of your steady breath, of your beating heart. Well, maybe there is something better: to wake up beside you the next morning and play with your hair until you wake up, laughing at you because you're grumpy that he interrupted your sleep.

He demands being big spoon all the time: he NEEDS to cling to you and cage you in his arms all night to feel like you will never abandon him because he truly doesn't want to end up alone again. He doesn't hate being little spoon though, it's just that it makes him feel so...vulnerable. Receiving love always makes him feel so vulnerable. Because it reminds him of how much he is convinced that he doesn't deserve it. So getting in contact with his feelings it's a struggle for him. He prefers when you hug face to face, when you nestle your face in his chest.

The same way he loves your human flesh, you love his truly special body. You love how cool it feels. It's not cold, it's just cool. His warmth is subtle, it's there, but it's not enough to make you sweat under the covers. He is the perfect cuddle buddy for summer! You love the way he syncs his breath to yours until you fall asleep. You love the sound you hear when you press your face to his chest. That sound you found that night when you held Scaramouche close for the first time in his camp. When you discovered it ticked.

He was defensive and ashamed back then, and he is insecure until today. He is convinced he doesn't have a heart, he can't press his ear to his chest, he can't hear the magical sound you claim to hear. He thinks it's your infatuation for him playing tricks with your mind.

But you know what you hear. When you nestle your face in his chest, on the left side, you can hear it. Tic, tac, tic, tac, steady, a mechanical sound ticking like a clock. Tictactictactictac, quickens, if you mamage to fluster him. It's the only sound that soothes your nights, along with your voice, so you sleep by his side every time you can.

But when you're away in yoyr travels, so busy or imprisoned in Meropide Fortress for stealing Furina's cake that you can't even go back to spend the night in the Teapot, what can he do?

He doesn't wanna sleep. There is no point. He has spent ages without doing it, so he can keep going without sleeping until you come back.

But...

He is now a college student, and the mental health toll of having to keep up with the Akademiya classes, his classmates that seem to chase him everywhere, and the constant deadlines of his thesis is too much to bear without sleeping. He knows he wouldn't be able to survive that hell without ending up snapping and kicking some sage's butt if he doesn't sleep regularly. He doesn't want to upset Nahida, so he does sleep when he has time. But it's just not the same without you! Hurry up and come back from those dumb travels to cuddle him!

Author Notes: I guess it surprises no one that Kuni's part is always longer ehe. Homegirl has her favorite. Also I'm super sorry I always do the same: posting a new random thought I had one night instead of finishing chaptwrs of ongoing series I've been promising for ages. I swear I'm working on them. I'm working on finishing that Albedo fic and I had a meeting with my editor (aka my boyfriend) to talk about the major plotpoints of Assembled Love and that gave me some inspo to write the next chapter. Im also working on another spin off chapter for it. (Honestly my most popular post is the other spin off, I wonder why)

Weird of me to post something that it's not smut, ain't it? 🤔 Normally my fluff has smut in it but ig this is like, my 3rd or 4th completely sfw post. Anyway, the posting of something new and random instead of finishing old wips is like a personality trait of mine 🥲 I struggle so much to finish old things cuz I don't find the right vibe that I craved to write something fresh and new. Note to self: hurry up and finish what I'm writing while it's new and the vibe is not gone, exactly what I did with the Assembled Love spin off that blew so much, I pulled an all nighter finishing it before I forgot the plot bc it was a dream I had.

In other news, I haven't had a genshin smutty dream in AGES. I bet that's the cause of my relapse into depression and not the economic crisis. Praying for Kuni to visit me in dreams like old times 🙏

Ig you can see I'm very in the mood of talking about my fics and genshin in general so inncase you are too, my dms and mailbox are always open, and so are my requests.

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eoieopda · 11 months

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sweatshirt season | ksy

your fuck buddy is good at a lot of things. taking hints isn’t one of them.

pairing: kwon soonyoung x reader type: one-shot / fluff + smut rating: 18+ (minors do not have my consent to interact) au: one-night-stand to fuck buddies to ? wc: 4.5k cw: gn! and afab!reader (no pronouns used); time skips; protected penetrative sex (p in v); hoshi is kinda a himbo, lmao; ft. cameo by minghao and roomate!gn!sibling OC; reference to the movie they're watching, which is hereditary (brief mention of decapitation + demonic possession); barely proofread, sorry! a/n: this is based on a headcanon i did a while ago! i've been in such a horrible rut re: writing for the past month and a half, so it was a major struggle to write this because i feel like i don't know how to do that anymore 😵‍💫 i'm hoping that himbo hoshi can save me from this hell. also, this is told in vignettes!

[APRIL]

“Babe?”

The voice from nowhere is barely loud enough to drag you from sleep, but the effect it has on you is far from soft. Those consonants dig in where your dehydrated brain shrinks away from your skull, pressing in so hard that they throb.

Bleary-eyed, you blink as rapidly as you can to adjust to the bright, white light beaming in through your open shades. The sound that escapes you is something akin to a hiss; it gets the point across, nonetheless. You sit up just enough to see the figure standing in front of your window, looming overhead with crossed arms, laughing.

Clearly, your roommate doesn’t give a shit or a fuck about your hangover.

“What’s the deal with the stray you brought home last night?” Mei asks, the corners of their mouth tilting wickedly.

You don’t have the brain power for this conversation, so you respond with a groan and bury your face back in the pillow from whence it came. Never one to give up, Mei drops down on top of you so that the full weight of their body rests against yours.

“C’mon,” they urge. “Spill your guts, chingu.”

Funnily enough, if they don’t get off your guts, you might do exactly that.

Your reply comes in the form of a croak, some pathetic little sound that reads as lifeless as you feel. “Why do you care?”

There isn’t a single reason you can think of for their sudden interest in your bad decisions. You’ve been making them left and right for the past few months without much more than a concerned glance, and until now, you didn’t realize that you’d taken the lack of follow-up questions for granted.

What a fucking travesty it is to be perceived.

“Your business is your business.” Mei shrugs. You quirk an eyebrow, ready to jump in and point out their lapse in logic, but then that smirk comes back. “But your business is currently burning eggs in our kitchen, which makes it my business, too.”

Sitting up quickly, the force of your sudden moves nearly knock Mei to the ground. Beyond horrified, you squeak, “He’s still here?”

Faster than you’ve ever moved before, you clamber out from underneath your roommate and crawl to the edge of your bed, kicking wildly at your blankets until your legs are free.

You’re already up and swaying on your feet, panting from the effort, when you finally think to look down and assess the state of yourself. Thankfully, you’d remembered to dress yourself before falling asleep. You glance upward and salute whatever deity was looking out for you, ignore the look on Mei’s face entirely, and dash out of your bedroom.

As soon as you reach the kitchen, you skid to a stop, socks sliding across the hardwood until your hip bone collides with the corner of the kitchen island. You hiss again, far louder than the last time. The shape standing at your stove turns around wide-eyed; his mouth is frozen in the shape of an “o”.

Just as quick, recognition flashes, and the shock wears off.

“Good morning,” he chirps, and he’s all fucking sunshine.

You blink back at him without a single idea of where to start — with the fact that he’s still here after you could��ve sworn he left, that he’s wearing your apron but has no clear grasp on the simple act of frying eggs, or that you cannot for the life of you remember his name.

Fuck.

You should really start keeping a guest book.

Whatever his name is, he’s witnessing you at your worst — certifiably crusty with your standard bad attitude — and that alone makes you want to wither and die, right on the spot. Unbothered by your ghoulish appearance, he gestures to the kitchen island you just collided with, pointing to a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin.

Items he would’ve had to open two (2) separate cabinets to find.

In the kitchen he shouldn’t even be in.

You open your mouth, primed to explode all over him, but the way he’s looking at you disarms you immediately. His expression is so chipper — so friendly and childlike in its innocence — that you swallow down the shit you’d readily hurl at anyone else. You gulp, and without saying a word in acknowledgement, you grab what he’s laid out for you.

He smiles when you choke down the aspirin, then turns back around to pull the scrambled, half-burnt mess off the burner.

“You must have a pretty low alcohol tolerance if you’re this hungover after three drinks,” he muses.

It’s an accurate observation — a harmless one, too — but you did not ask. Once again, he shoots you a smile that prevents you from snapping at him. Instead, you set the now-empty glass back down on the island and stare vacantly over at him.

Seonghwa?

“You’re still here,” you say flatly. You may be stating the obvious, but that fact speaks for itself. “You’re still here, and you’re also in my kitchen.”

Seokjin, maybe?

He smiles at this, either unaware that he’s violated the unwritten one-night-stand code of conduct or unfazed by his own rule breaking. Rubbing the back of his neck, he laughs awkwardly, “It was the least I could do, you know? After all you —”

What the fuck is your name?

“Sungwoo!” You cut him off with a gasp and a palm raised, all but begging him not to recount what he’s grateful for within earshot of your roommate. “Really, you don’t need to do this. Any of this.”

He corrects you gently, “It’s Soonyoung.”

Then, without even a hint of offense taken, he nods his head towards one of the stools tucked under the counter of the island. Your eyes flit between his hopeful face and the seat, frozen solid with indecision.

You see two options, and both feel like a trap:

Holding the line risks squashing this clueless boy’s marshmallow heart; and you don’t want to be the gash that ruins his day at the very outset. If you feed the stray — rather, if you let the stray feed you — then you’re an enabler, contracting a residency when the show was supposed to be one-night-only.

More perceptive than you’ve given him credit for so far, he senses the conflict inside your skull and attempts to tip the scale with a bread-cheeked smile and a shoulder wiggle. “Your breakfast is getting cold,” he nudges in a soft, sing-song tone.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Begrudgingly, you dump yourself onto a stool without a word. With your elbows now propped up on the countertop, you drop your chin down to rest on the heels of your hands. More than anything, you try like hell to ignore the way it all makes his face light up.

“I don’t understand how you went from demonically hot to…” Your voice trails off as you try to find a word for whatever this is. A beat passes before you give up, waving dismissively. “Domesticated, or whatever.”

And his cheeks go pink.

“You think I’m hot?” He all but gasps, like this is brand new information to him.

Like you would’ve brought him home from the club if he wasn’t — and goddamn, was he ever. Carrying himself with the kind of confidence that made your knees wobble; saying all the right things in a low, smoky tone with his lips at your ear; moving his body in ways that still fluster you to think about.

And yet, here he is.

Adorable, if not completely obtuse.

After grabbing plates from a nearby cabinet, he snags two pairs of chopsticks out of the drawer to the left of the sink. It takes all you’ve got not to roll your eyes. He shouldn’t know where either of those things are, but he does.

A satisfied sigh slips out of his mouth when he takes the seat next to yours and scoots a plate full of eggs and kimchi in front of you.

“Here you go,” he sings as he holds out a pair of your own chopsticks to you.

He’s beaming when you accept them into your hand, and it leaves you with no choice but to take a bite of the food in front of you. Intently and chronically hopeful, he watches you pluck a piece of scrambled egg from the plate, like the trajectory of his life hinges on your approval. There’s no turning back now. Reluctantly, you pop it into your mouth.

While you chew, he leans in a bit closer. From this distance, you can see your own reflection in his irises; there are tiny flecks of honey brown amidst the dark, you realize. Little details you didn’t notice last night when he was much, much closer — like the heart-shaped curve his upper lip takes when he smiles as big as he is now.

“How is it?” He asks, walking the borderline between eager and unbearably shy.

You swallow hard as you snap back to attention. If letting him stay for breakfast was a bad call, getting caught gawking at him is a flagrant foul. Somehow, you need to get the point across without being too cruel; to remind him that you signed up for the night and not the morning.

“Um. Well,” you start with a grimace, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Are eggs supposed to… crunch?”

[JUNE]

“Oh, fuck, just like that —”

Your back arches off the bed as you grip uselessly at sweat-drenched sheets. Between your spread thighs, Soonyoung and the punishing pace he’s set make quick work of pulling you apart, again. His right arm loops under your left leg to anchor you to him while his left palm presses down on your lower abdomen, making damn sure that every thrust drags over your g-spot.

This — this right here — is why you keep calling him back. He may overstay his welcome, but that’s an occupational hazard. His perpetual presence is a risk you’re willing to take, so long as he fucks you like this.

“Shit. You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?”

He’s panting as he says it, which surprises the hell out of you. His stamina is unearthly, and when you manage to keep your eyes open long enough to look up at him, you don’t see any hint of effort. It's just the ragged sound of his breathing, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“I think this might be a new personal record.”

Unfortunately, his little announcement is genuine. He’s merely stating a fact, not trying to tease you, because his only concern outside of making you cum is outdoing himself.

To Soonyoung, sex is a performance he’s trying to perfect. He approaches it like an Olympian — an athlete or a god? — and the bar he sets for himself raises every time you see him.

You find it the tiniest bit endearing how focused he is on self-improvement.

Kind of.

That doesn’t stop you from rolling your eyes, though.

“Not if you keep —” A moan that you didn’t mean to let out cuts your sentence in half. “— talking.”

Your head crashes back against the pillows, which only spurs him on. Deeper, more deliberate strokes leave you writhing underneath him, babbling like a fool. He grins so wide that his eyes almost disappear.

“I’m just saying…” Another thrust, a thousand more stars dotting the periphery of your vision. “If you hit five, you owe me dinner.”

There it is, right on cue: another piece of evidence to prove that Soonyoung still doesn’t know what he signed up for.

It’s a conversation you’ve had more than once — never because you want to have it; and never because he seems to be consciously seeking something more than what you have.

At some point over the past few months of scattered nights with you, a seed seems to have taken root in the back of his brain. A zombie parasite, more likely; one that’s overridden the controls and completely undermined his understanding of the situation.

Whether he means it or not, these throw-away comments make you wonder if, deep down, he’s not wired to fuck without feelings.

Not like you, anyway.

Your self-preservation instincts don’t let you get that far. Risk-averse to your core, you don’t see the point of gambling when the stakes are that high. And even if you weren’t wary of getting yourself hurt, it wouldn’t change the fundamental truth that you enjoy your own company enough not to need anyone else’s.

The way you see it, Soonyoung can have a cameo in your weekends, but the plot of your life right now doesn’t need anything more than that. Changing the lineup now could fuck your whole season. So, why try?

To his credit, he seems to get that there are currently more pressing matters at hand than the same old conversation. He pats your hip and says, “Let’s switch it up.”

You’re as grateful for the subject change as you are for the hand he extends to help your boneless body sit up again. Thankfully, the one lesson he has learned is that no one can compete with his perpetually full battery. If he’s going to change positions as often as he wants to, he has to be the one to position you.

This time, you wind up with your back flush against his chest, skin slick against yours. To keep him close, you reach back until your hand finds the nape of his neck. After weaving your fingers through the damp hair at the base of his head, you tug slightly, pulling a low groan out of him.

“Fuck, yeah,” he grunts breathlessly. “Pull my hair.”

You do as he says, albeit a bit harder than you meant to; you can’t help it. That’s the exact moment he chooses to grab your hips and slam your ass back against his pelvis, perfectly in time with his forward snap. He’s in your guts now, there’s no doubt about it, and you’re falling to pieces.

Wailing, you have to squeeze your eyes shut to survive the surge of pleasure coursing through you. “Oh, my god,” you choke out.

The only way you manage to stay upright through your orgasm is with Soonyoung’s arms caging you in. Without him, you’d be a trembling fucking mess, collapsing face-down onto your bed in a useless heap. He keeps holding you even when he lets himself go soon after, spilling into the condom with a moan you feel as it leaves his chest.

“Goddamn,” he sighs, voice rough. The heat of his breath on your neck almost makes you want to cling to him, curl up and let your eyes flutter shut. “Every time I fuck you, I feel like I should thank you.”

That flicker of affection goes out in a flash as the memory of consequences comes back around. You snort. “Please don’t cook for me again.”

You leave it at that, and so does he. When he finally pulls out of you, you give into the safer urge; the one that can’t possible give him the wrong impression. Slumping forward, you hit the mattress so hard that you practically bounce, like the dead weight you are.

Soonyoung misses that spectacle, thankfully. He’s already on his feet, tying off the condom before dropping it into the wastebasket on the other side of the room. You hear it drop against the plastic bag, then the soft pad of his footsteps as he makes his way back to you. You unbury your face from the pillows and crane your neck to look over at him.

In a rare display, he looks exhausted. Moments like this might be the only time he ever finds himself depleted, and you figure he’s earned that right. Part of you wants to let him lay here with you — maybe even let him sleep it off — but you can’t let him get tangled in the strings you refuse to attach.

He’s halfway to you when he finally looks up at you and catches you watching him. You’re not sure what he sees in your expression; you’d bet it’s as confusing on the outside as it feels on the inside. Whatever he finds there, it makes him pause. There's a quick nod, like he’s reacting to something neither one of you has said out loud, then he changes course.

“You have to be up early,” he says, like he’s finally learned the script. “I’m gonna head out.”

You nod but say nothing else. You just watch as Soonyoung grabs the clothes you’d tugged off of him earlier, piece by piece, and puts everything back to the way it was before.

The way you want it.

Once he’s fully clothed, he shoots you a smile that only uses half of his mouth. Neither of you offers a word as he walks over to the door, although you can tell he’s moving more slowly than usual. Hoping you’ll stop him, maybe.

You don’t.

It’s not until he pulls it open that he looks back over his shoulder at you; and this time, when he smiles, it looks like he means it.

“Sleep well, yeah?”

[OCTOBER]

“I’m just saying that if her shithead brother bothered to include her in his night, maybe she wouldn’t have been decapitated."

You tear your eyes off the television screen in time to see Minghao’s eyes roll all the way back into his head. Across the coffee table from where you sit, he and Mei occupy the couch; his head crashes against the back of it with a muffled thump while his younger sibling continues their rant.

“I’m being for real,” Mei urges, jabbing their finger emphatically through the air in his direction. “If you ever bail on me like that, and my head ends up falling off, you deserve whatever consequences come next.”

You snort. “Up to and including… what, demonic possession?”

“Absolutely,” Mei sniffs.

Minghao sits upright again slowly. He chews thoughtfully on his lower lip, leaving you and your roommate in suspense. Knowing him, he’ll lecture you both on karmic energy and how Mei shouldn’t fuck around with it. To both of your surprise, he frowns. “Is it bad that I kind of want cake now?”

You and Mei respond at the same time, although your responses are nothing alike:

“I think we have some left over.”

“Yes, you’re a monster.”

Despite what they just called him, Mei is nothing if not a good host. With a beleaguered huff, they push themselves off the couch, step carefully over the legs Minghao doesn’t move out of their path, and stalks off towards the kitchen to forage for food.

Left alone in the living room, you and Minghao fall into an easy silence, eyes glued once again to the screen. It’s always been easier to get through a movie without Mei’s commentary; this one would’ve been finished an hour ago if they hadn’t kept pausing it to ramble. You’re so immersed in it that you hardly hear the way they’re tearing through the kitchen like a cyclone. You almost miss the soft knock at the door, too.

Immediately, your optimistic eyes flick over to Minghao. He’s closer to the door, and if you stare at him long enough, he might let you stay in the armchair you’ve all but fused to.

“Nope,” he says coolly, without even looking.

Whining, you peel off the blanket you’ve wrapped yourself in and unfurl your knotted legs. You shiver when your bare feet touch the cold wood below, but bravely, you don’t retreat. You push forward on tiptoe and skip across the living room until you reach the front door.

Your eyebrows shoot up your forehead when you open it to find Soonyoung standing there for the first time in several weeks. While overstaying his welcome is his signature, showing up uninvited never has been. That’s apparently one line in the sand he won’t stumble over.

“Hey,” you peep.

For reasons unknown, you have to pause to let your gaze sweep over him, like something might’ve drastically changed about him since you saw him last. There’s a tiny flutter in the center of your chest that begs you to greet him more emphatically than that, but you ignore it.

Soonyoung looks more apologetic than you’ve ever seen him, which makes your pulse quicken even more.

“I’m really sorry to bother you,” he swears. “I think I left my headphones here last time. I’ve looked everywhere, I promise, but they’re just — gone.”

Your first instinct is to ask why he brought headphones to a dick appointment in the first place, but you talk yourself out of it. The next is to find out why he came all the way over here on a hunch, rather than simply texting you; he hasn’t in a while, not that you’ve taken it to heart. But you don’t do that, either, which strikes you as odd.

Instead, you step back and push the door open wider, once again letting the stray inside. “No worries,” you breeze.

Since when?

As it turns out, letting him in doesn’t bring the sky crashing down around you. Taking a single brick out of the wall you’ve fastidiously built doesn’t bring about the end of days. It just brings a shy bow and a quiet “thank you” while he toes off his shoes.

He turns to head toward your bedroom with you following behind him, but he stops short after a few steps. Crashing into his back — god, he’s broader than he looks — you grab his biceps to keep from bowling him over entirely.

“Shit — I’m so sorry.” He wheels around, failing to realize that you’re as close as you are. You can see panic light up his eyes, now mere centimeters from yours. “I didn’t realize you had somebody over.”

What is that scribbled all over his face?

It’s not anger, you know that much. Nothing about the way he’s looking at you reads like jealousy, either. If anything, he seems genuinely torn-up over what he assumes is date-crashing. Guilty, maybe.

So, why do you feel bad?

“Mei’s brother,” you explain quickly, as if he’s owed one. “Our annual horror movie marathon. We — all of us — do it every October.”

Why did you add that qualifier in there?

Soonyoung’s face brightens immediately, and you feel the tiniest bit warmer now that the corners of his mouth aren’t curved downward anymore. You wish that surprised you, but it doesn’t.

Why should it? You’ve given into him more often than not, haven’t you?

All he says is, “Oh,” in the tiniest voice you’ve ever heard, like he’s embarrassed himself for the first time in his life.

It grows quiet while the two of you continue to stand there in the half-light. If you discount the screaming, the flickering colors coming from the television screen make it feel almost — cozy?

But you’ve been gazing up at him for far too long, so you clear your throat. “Your — umm — your headphones. Do you remember where you left them?”

You nudge him slightly to get him moving, which he does without complaint.

“I think they jumped out of my pocket when you…” Soonyoung’s voice trails off. As you pass by, he glances over at Minghao, who either can’t hear your conversation or doesn’t give a shit about it.

With that indifference confirmed, Soonyoung looks back at you with a smirk. “You broke my zipper, you know. I had to take those jeans to a tailor to fix it.”

Immediately, your cheeks start burning.

Resident fuck monster, reporting for duty! Here to rip clothes to shreds and —

He touches your wrist, just for a second. “It’s cute,” he assures you, even though you haven’t said a word.

And it doesn’t do a damn thing to keep that heat from rising up your face.

You step into your bedroom before you can think of what to say in response, so you let the moment pass and flick on the light. Just as soon as he joins you inside, Soonyoung lays eyes on what he came for — which is a miracle. That thin, white cord is practically invisible under your dresser.

“Ah!” He chirps, bending down to grab it.

Looking triumphant as hell, he tucks it into the pocket of his joggers and shoots you a grin. Suddenly, you find it hard to mimic his smile, although you don’t know why.

He got what he came for, didn’t he? He’ll be out of your hair in a matter of moments, which is exactly what you’ve been demanding of him for months. You had to train him to get in and get out, and when he eventually learned, the relief was immediate.

So, why don’t you feel relieved now?

Soonyoung must hear your trains of thought derailing because he comes in hot with a distraction. As usual, it’s out of left field, just like the soft brush of his fingers on your bare arm.

“You’re cold.”

It’s not a question.

There aren’t even goosebumps on your arm; and there’s no reason why he should know by looking at you that you are, in fact, freezing. But he does, and before you can ask how the fuck that’s possible, he spins around to the dresser nearby and grabs the handle jutting out of the bottom-left drawer.

How does he —?

You open your mouth to speak. The words disappear when he stands upright again, now holding out a sweatshirt from the drawer you keep them in. He’s only seen you open it once before, and the fact that he remembers is making you dizzy.

Soonyoung’s expectant eyes lock on your face, looking at you the same way he did when he handed you those burnt fucking eggs. This time, though, you don’t hesitate to accept what he’s giving you. You tug that sweatshirt over your head without missing a beat, instantly learning that it’s much bigger on you than you remember.

Stunned, you blink back at him from underneath the hood, which obscures most of your forehead. “Is this —?”

You grab the fabric from the front of it in your hands as you look down. At first glance, it looks like the million other white sweatshirts tucked into your drawer, but —

“This isn’t mine.”

Your eyes flick back up to Soonyoung, who’s fighting for his life to bite back a smile.

Six months ago, you might’ve knocked him on his ass for this, but now, you can’t keep it together, either. You crack wide open, laughing so hard that your eyes almost disappear.

“When the hell did you sneak that in there?” You wheeze, wiping tears as they spill over your lash line. The smack you land against his arm is cloaked in a sweater paw, dealing no damage except to crack him open, too. “God, I was never going to get rid of you, was I?”

Beaming, he slips his hands into the kangaroo pocket on the front and tugs you closer; you let him. “It was just in case I get cold, I swear.”

“Is that it?” You narrow your eyes playfully. “Are you sure?”

“Mhmm,” he hums, although you don’t believe him for a second. “It does look good on you, though. Maybe you should hang on to it.”

“To the sweatshirt?”

Watching him blush like that may never get old. Still, he maintains his bluff and nods.

“Yeah. I mean, why not? Right? It’s comfortable.” He shrugs, not even the slightest bit casually. “A cotton blend, I think. Pre-shrunk, so… It’ll — uh, never be your size, I guess. That’s — um — that’s kind of a bummer, but…”

“Soonyoung!” You cut him off with a breathless laugh, prompting him to shut his rambling mouth.

The rare use of his name seems to startle him. His eyes go wide with that typical, hopeful anticipation that he never seems to leave home without. That look hasn’t disappeared after six months of getting shot down on a weekly basis, and neither has the way he hangs onto every word you say.

This time, it might actually be what he’s been waiting to hear.

“Do you….?”

It might be a new personal record, you caving like this after holding someone at arm’s length for so long. The relief is automatic, spreading through muscle that you didn’t even realize had been aching.

“If you’re not busy, do you want to stay?”

#svt #hoshi #kwon soonyoung #hoshi x reader #soonyoung x reader #hoshi smut #soonyoung smut #hoshi fluff #soonyoung fluff #svt fic #svt smut #svt fluff #jade writes #re: sweatshirt season #ksy #kvanity

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kurosaaki · 2 years

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would you be able to do hcs of ellie partying with her s/o? i saw your post about something like that and it got me thinking about it hehe

hope you’re doing well 💞

PARTYING WITH ELLIE HEADCANONS

WARNINGS: weed & alcohol mentions, mentions of sex too. not proofread so apologies if there’s a mistake :)

TAGGING: @hazelnutsforellie @icedcold @prrimordiais @elliesstar @anchoeritic @elliephobic @apricxtt

A/N: i want to go party with ellie. rb’s & support is appreciated!

*set in a modern!au*

it’s not a secret that ellie prefers to have a quiet, chill movie night with you instead of going outside. she loves to be at home with you, but let’s get this clear: she only likes to go outside and have a fun night just because she’s going with you.

i get the vibes that she’d love to go partying once in a while, simply just to have fun with her friends and get a little drunk and high with you.

let’s talk about one of the best moments of the night: the pre party. that moment where you and ellie put on your favorite playlist on your speakers, the loud music filling the room just to get in the mood while she dresses up and you try to find the best outfit for the occasion.

if you’re having problems, she’ll gladly help you choose the outfit.

“does this look good, els?” you ask for the 3rd time, your girlfriend on the edge of the bed watching you walk around the room.

“honestly,” she says, walking towards you, trying to hide that cheeky smile while she puts her hands on the zipper of the dress you’re trying on. “this looks fucking hot on you babe”

“ellie” you say, earning a “hm?” from her, “up. you have to zip it up, not down”

(she knew that)

even if you choose to dress up more comfy, she’ll ask you to match outfits. if she’s wearing all black, you better wear something black too. if her shirt is white, yor better have something white on. she loves to match outfits with you, please let her ;-;

she loves it when you help her do her hair. she lets you choose too. want a bun? she’s alright with that. you feel like she would look hot with her hair down? she approves it.

she’d smell amazing too. just saying.

ellie also likes to smoke a blunt before actually going out, just to “warm up” a little bit. she always does it while you’re still dressing up, and she finds it relaxing and arousing to watch you dance around the room while trying on your clothes, putting some make-up on if you’re feeling it, or even taking some pics.

talking about taking pics: going out with ellie means having to take pics with her. that is a MUST. and i’m talking pics in the mirror of your room, on the bathroom getting ready, walking to the party, AND on the party.

some of those pics (especially the “in the party” ones) actually make you laugh and feel kinda embarrassed the day after when you look at them.

you know that part on the hangover movie where they take the digital camera and look at the pics they took the night before? YEAH. I’M TALKING ABOUT THAT.

“BABE YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS” ellie shouts from the other side of the living room, making you run towards your girlfriend, who had her phone in her hand

“let me see!”

she lets you grab her phone and you see the photo she’s talking about. it’s a photo where you and ellie look WASTED on the dance floor, ellie with a cowboy hat grabbing your hips from behind smiling and you biting your lip with a smile too, and with two drinks in hand. you didn’t notice dina was behind you both pointing at jesse, who (for some reason you wish you remember) was laying on the floor wearing dina’s sunglasses.

“this will not be on the photo dump i was planning to post” you returned the phone to ellie, who was laughing out loud.

“if you don’t post it, i will” she kept laughing at more of the photos taken last night, “this is so funny”

for some reason, you and ellie are always late.

a quickie before going out never hurt nobody, right?

when you finally meet up with your group of friends, you start to drink a bit and let the alcohol flow through your system. by the time you arrive at the party, you’re already tipsy.

ellie has a moderate tolerance to alcohol. she won’t get drunk if you give her two drinks, but she will definetely be tipsy if you give her three or four. and it’s SO funny to see her stumbling over her own words, laughing at everything, and being extra affectionate in public.

we all know ellie is the coolest girl ever. so, what makes us think she wouldn’t be the life of the party? everyone knows ellie there. everyone wants to party with her at least once. everybody wants to say “i partied with ellie williams and it was awesome” but only a few people can say that. that includes you, jesse and dina.

ellie likes to dance with you. she likes to tease you a lot while she’s at it, too. grabbing your hips, pulling you closer to her, leaving a sneaky kiss on your cheek…all while she’s guiding your movements with hers.

alcohol gets her horny sometimes too. so, you know what that means: bathroom. immediatly.

SCARY!GF!PRIVILEGE!

if there’s someone who dares to look at your direction the wrong way, they’re in big trouble.

if looks could kill, ellie would have buried that person before they looked at you twice.

with ellie by your side, there’s hardly anyone who dares to go and ask for your number or try to flirt with you. but if that happens, she’ll grab your chin and she’ll give you the hottest kiss ever. after that, she’ll just wink at you and grab your hand while looking at the poor person who tried to get your number.

“sorry dude, she’s taken” she’ll simply say before guiding you to another place where they can’t find you anymore.

she pays for your drinks!

if you feel like you need a break, she’ll always be there to guide you outside and take some fresh air once in a while. that’s also a moment where you realize how drunk you are. and how hot your girlfriend is. and how your feet hurt from dancing.

by the end of the night, ellie always makes sure to search for your friends at the party to go home together.

if you feel too tired to walk, she’d give you a piggyback ride <3

and if the party was held way too far from your house, she’d call a friend of hers to drive you both there.

fun fact: she called joel one night to drive you both home. it’s safe to say that he never volunteered to do that again. though it was funny for him to see you and ellie drunk.

once you’re finally at home (and if she’s not too tired to do it) she’ll help you take your make-up off and put your pajamas on before hitting the bed.

post party sleep is the best sleep ever. but the headache from the day after is not.

but it’s definetely worth it, because partying with ellie is just amazing and the hangover doesn’t matter when you both try to remember what happened last night.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #tlou x you #tlou x reader #tlou x y/n #the last of us x reader #the last of us x you #tlou2 x reader #ellie tlou x reader #ellie williams hcs #ellie williams headcanons #tlou headcanons #the last of us headcanons

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here-comes-the-moose · 5 months

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Bad Batch Modern AU Headcanons Under the Cut

Echo

Does not like red wine. It gives him a headache and heartburn (he’s just like me fr).

Plans Friday Fundays with Omega after she gets out of school.

Great at cooking and baking, but absolutely needs to follow the recipe. If he’s tries to improvise or experiment, the food is not edible at all.

Can flawlessly do a shot with no hands.

Has done a keg stand.

Before the loss of his limbs, he used to NEVER get hungover, no matter how much he drank. Even now, his hangovers are pretty mild. He’s just built different.

Was recruited to be one of the room parents for Omega’s class.

The only one who can get through to Crosshair when his mental health gets really bad.

Has their house decorated like the most stereotypical suburban mom. I’m talking Live Laugh Love signs, a beach-themed bathroom, so many throw pillows and blankets that you can barely sit, a rotation on of seasonal decor, the list goes on.

Hunter

Cannot sing for shit.

The king of dad jokes.

Has absolutely no fashion sense. Negative drip. He’s wearing socks and sandals unironically.

World’s worst cook. Managed to burn and undercook a pancake. Gave Crosshair food poisoning.

Banned from grilling after he set all the food they got for their 4th of July barbecue on fire.

Gets migraines. He gets extremely sensitive to sound and smells.

The only person Crosshair lets look after him when he isn’t feeling well.

Views expiration dates as suggestions. Somehow has never gotten sick.

Constantly going on Tinder dates.

Tech

Total chick magnet.

Does not realize this.

Constantly drives over the speed limit (except in school zones) but miraculously has never gotten a speeding ticket.

Best at making cocktails.

The most intense one about making sure they all eat healthy.

His shoulders and neck get really tense, from sitting at a computer and from carrying most of his stress there.

Does not like crispy bacon.

Wrecker

Grill master.

Actually great at cooking and baking. He can improvise and experiment with ease and the food comes out even better.

Always showing off photos of Omega when he’s at work.

Saw the Barbie movie more than once. He cried each time.

LOVES to listen to Kesha.

His music taste is basically just 2000’s-2010’s party girl music.

Used to choreograph dances that he would then perform with Crosshair and Fives for the rest of their family when they were kids.

Gives the best massages.

Wears the New Balance dad sneakers. Crosshair HATES them.

Crosshair

Banned from their local Applebee’s for getting extremely sloppy off their dollaritas.

Gets motion sick sometimes, mostly in cars.

HATES air travel.

Top three artists on Spotify are My Chemical Romance, Taylor Swift, and Lana Del Rey (he’s just like me fr)

Also gets migraines. Unlike Hunter, he isn’t that sound sensitive, but he gets extremely sensitive to light and smells and gets auras with his migraines.

Also saw the Barbie movie more than once (he went with Wrecker). He also cried.

Has a crush on Tony Soprano (don’t ask why the thought came into my head and wouldn’t leave)

Babies and toddlers love him for some reason.

Will not eat or drink something if the expiration date is within two days. Gets extremely grossed out by Hunter not caring for expiration dates.

Secretly a hopeless romantic.

Omega

Learned her first curse word from Echo when he let one slip while driving.

Repeated the word in front of Hunter, who nearly had a heart attack.

Looks just like Crosshair when he was a kid.

Likes going out with Crosshair because he almost always gets her a little treat.

Gets annoyed by how many people in her class and some of their parents have a crush on one of her brothers.

Has tried to play matchmaker for her brothers before.

All of her brothers give amazing hugs, but she secretly thinks Echo’s are the best.

Batcher

She was a rescue dog.

She’s a gray pittie.

Her favorite person is Crosshair and she’s always following him around and is always at his side.

Goes crazy for cold cuts.

Was originally going to be brought to the shelter if they couldn’t find an owner, but Hunter agreed to keep her when he saw how happy she made Omega and Crosshair.

Her tail has a kink because it broke and didn’t heal properly.

Feel free to add more if you’d like! I have included some of these in my Modern AU works.

#star wars tbb #star wars the bad batch #tbb crosshair #the bad batch #arc trooper echo #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb headcanons #bad batch headcanon #bad batch headcanons #bad batch modern au

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abbysdruidess · 1 year

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˜”°•.˜”°• headcanons about you and abby's wedding - modern au •°”˜.•°”˜

wc: 1.1k

warnings: wedding w modern au(obvs), crying, tooth rotting fluff, allusions to sex, no use of y/n

a/n: lmk what you guys think of this one and whether you'd like more of reader and Abby in this universe! don't hesitate to send any requests<33

this is sort of on theme with a previous fic where abby proposes to you, this one can be read as a standalone though:))

❦ after the proposal, you guys hurrying too much to get the wedding off the road and on the rails- you're still extremely proud and giddy to call each other your fianceé, and you've sent about 100 pictures of your wedding ring to everyone.

❦ it isn't until one night where you're having dinner over at jerry's that he brings up the wedding preparations and you're like oh shit, you two kinda need to haul ass and start sending invites.

❦ you decided on a small affair, only your immediate families and close friends over. I imagine that in the insistence of your future brother in law Lev you sent out RSVP invitations that were ocean themed with cute little sharkies on the front that say in a vast ocean of people we found each other(💀). A lot of people found them pretty funny though, and Lev was pretty excited about them.

❦ on par with the beach theme of your engagement, you decided to have the wedding on a beautiful beach resort in the beginning of June-not too hot, not too cold;)-with the ceremony and the reception on the shore.

❦ of course, you couldn't leave out the bachelorette party! You and Abby travel to Vegas with your respective friend groups for a weekend of clubbing and partying in general. And lets be fr, someone from either of two groups ends up getting lost and you have to recover him Hangover style. Thank God you didn't arrange for it the day before the wedding.

❦ the days before the upcoming event are mostly a blur, both of you making last minute arrangements about the food, the flowers, the music. Your gown with the final adjustments is delivered and you have to hide it in a fridge box in the basement so Abby won't take a peek.

❦ "But baaabe, I just wanna see what it looks like! You know this stuff about bad luck isn't actually legit." "I know, but it will be more exciting to see the final look at the wedding. I promise you."

❦ finally the big day is here! And let me just say, as a very emotionally constipated person, you'd probably be a little teary eyed all day long. When you put on your gown and look at yourself in the mirror and realise that holy shit, I'm about to marry the love of my life, my Abigail, she wants to spend the rest of her life with me. And this just hits you all at once and a few tears run down your chin.

❦ if you have any wedding traditions from your culture that you'd like to honour, Abby would be 100% down for it. It makes her feel closer to you, and part of the new family she's going to be in. She also really likes listening to its origins and what it's supposed to represent. In my country, we do this thing where the wedding squad writes all their names down in the couples' shoes and by the end of the night whoever's name is the most smudged is the one who's going to get married first. Let's be real, if they did this, it'd probably Manny whose name had almost disappeared and he'd freak the fuck out.

❦ once you're ready to walk down the aisle, and you glance at Abby you let out a small ᵍᵃˢᵖ at the sight, with Abby dressed to the nines and a glowing expression on her beautiful face. Her mouth also formed a little O at the sight of you, ready to become her wife, looking so so happy and a slightly teary eyed.

❦ during the actual ceremony, you two keep stealing glances at each other, smiling kinda goofily like :]. You two are goobers fr.

❦ for the vows, I think the game establishes that Abby is a big bookworm, so she chooses something perhaps from Emily Bronte or Jane Austen. Of course this isn't the entirety of what she wrote, she just finds it more accurate to express her love for you through someone's else perfectly adept words.

❦ once the reception kicks in, you're carefully wiping tears from your eyes so you don't smudge your makeup, and take some photos with the wedding party on the beach. You're accepting everyone's congratulations for your newlywed status, and settling down to prepare for your first dance.

❦ you had decided on dancing to Por Una Gabeza, and had actually rehearsed the slow tango a couple times so your movements are synchronised. By the end of the dance, you're in each other's arms, cheek to cheek simply enjoying the moment.

❦ by the time you've finished you meal, the party is in full swing, and you join in for a few dances until you decide on a cake break and allow Yara to be Abby's dancing partner. By the way, your wedding cake? Exquisite, chocolate ice cream with strawberry.

❦ I also imagine you guys doing the whole tossing the bouquet thing and -surprise surprise!-it ends up on Manny's lap on accident. He almost leaves.

❦ by the night, you're both clinging to each other, ready to resume your lives as Mrs and Mrs, and also ready to break into the bridal bed. Seriously, you can feel Abby's fingers feeling up your thigh and she's been whispering the things she wants to do to you all night. By 2 in the morning you're home, very much exhausted by the preparations and the emotional high, but also very ready to let Abby peak what's under your bridal gown.

❦ for wedding gifts to each other? She hands you two tickets for some exotic island you guys always talked about going, and make it your honeymoon. You get her an antique vinyl record player, because she had always been going about getting something to listen music to while cooking. Needless to say you both love each other's gifts:D

❦ a week or so after the ceremony you receive the photographs, and Abby makes it her duty to hand them on every corner of the house. Seriously, at some point, you could see a photo of you two in your field of vision pretty much about everywhere.

❦ her favourite one remains in her desk, one where you two are about to leave, sweaty and drunk, the camera capturing your musky faces as you sit on her lap clinging for dear life. It's so sweet and endearing, and it reminds her why she married you in the first place.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson headcanons #abby anderson fic

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callmejod · 6 months

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I have a headcanon request: James Norrington x Pirate!Reader.

How would he feel about them being a pirate? How would the relationship pan out? In an alternative world where he lives, would he still be part of the navy or would he completely side with the pirates? What would the reader think of him being a part of the Navy? Would they consider giving up their pirate life to be with him?

Thank you :)

Buckle up - this can of brainworms just exploded.

I think living with pirates and experiencing their life and lifestyle shed a new light for James. He'd be more mindful of what causes people to turn to piracy and if given oppurtunity - tries to help.

After all, in both DMC and AWE he did commit piracy in order to become an Admiral at the hands of Beckett.

If the only thing in the AU that changed was his death, I think James wouldn't even entertain the idea of coming back to the Royal Navy - not after all of Becketts dirty tricks would've been exposed.

If it comes to Pirate!reader and James' relationship.....

I want them to meet between The Curse and DMC.

You would probably meet on Tortuga or something life that.

Maybe even when Jack gets him onto the Pearl and then maybe just dumps him with you when you meet at some rundown port in the middle of nowhere.

That would be delicious.

Taking you are the captain, an extra pair of hands is always welcome. Jack probably conveniently did not mention, that the blackout drunk sailor he was bestowing upon you was in fact The James Norrington. No no. You have to find out yourself.

'What's you name son?'

When he finally wakes gets woken up with a cold seawater bucket to the face courtsy of first officer you do what any sane captain would do -

'Dont fuckin- - call me son.'

'Oof he has bite to his bark gentlemen......'

After a good chow and a hissy fit you get to actually talk to him.

What kinda ticks him off is your kindness towards him - taking things slow with the hangover that you ensured wouldn't get worse, not coldly demanding him to do everything he should be doing.

You get a minute to talk to each other in private and he just presents himself as James, scared you'll do something terrible, torture him for what he's done, even kill him.

He knows thinks he deserves it.

'Just James huh? Alright "Just James", what drove you to the sea?'

Gets surprised when you don’t press further on his identity. He works on your ship quite well actually - he's well versed in many things. A week later you try prying more information from him.

'A stupid expectation and even stupider decisions.'

'Damn, you sailors always come up with the same story huh.

He can feel the cold sweat at your words.

Even if he was ex- Navy - you started to harbour a crush on the guy. He's really charming when he wants to be and can spot a British ship from miles away. His knowledge of the sea is impressive. Many-a-time had he pulled you out of hot shit you were about to get yourelf in.

You knew. Of course you knew. You recognised him the moment he got on your ship. Stood with his back too straight for being so drunk. Almost saluted when first officer "woke him up". Carried himself with an aura of an old, tired soldier.

In a drunken moment at port he tells you his full name and makes peace that he's staying back. He then wakes up on the ship and almost cries.

And he has those eyes..... that seafoam you would willingly drown yourself in. And a great ass? The package is a perfect fit for you.

He then realises that your kindness for him may have awakened a feeling he long forsaken - love.

*two dense motherfuckers in a room*

*the crew collectively suffers when looking at you two lovesick fools who believe the other is too good to be with them.*

As time goes on, you continue to floor James with both your wit and bravery. You do not charge into battle unprepared or without good reason.

Over the months spent together your realtionship with James improves to the point he reveals a little of his life in Port Royal and how he sometimes wishes he could go back there. It breaks your heart but you bite your tounge. After all - he smiled so sweetly when he told you he found a new home on your ship, with the crew, with you.

And then DMC happens.

James deals with Beckett that with your help he will get Jacks compass. The plan is set to save you and your crew. God, he would throw himself off a cliff if he didn't donanything in his power to save your life - he would sacrifice himself in a heartbeat if it meant you were free from the East Indian Company.

'You. MY CREW GAVE YOU A HOME ON OUR SHIP ! THEY GAVE YOU A CHANCE TO BE FREE ! THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY THEM ?!'

Oh the anguish I feel when your ship gets captured by Beckett.

You are brought to the Lords' office and he offers you a deal. Your heart breaks when you see James there. You fall to your knees. He fucking feels the floor shake from the force of your fall. You pull on the chains, making two guards holding you almost stumble to keep you in place.

Hot tears are spilling from your eyes. Every one that falls twists a knife in his heart.

'Get them to agree or neither you, or them are leaving this port alive.'

You of course deny the deal but Beckett is no dumb. He saw how hard James tried to act neutral. When the guards drag you away somewhere Beckett gives James a pointed look.

On the way out he recieves a key. James knew exactly where to use it. He has never run as fast as he did to your cell.

Seeing you in those chains - nay - in such histeric tears makes him want to carve his heart out. The damp, smelly dungeon doesn't really help with making you look less miserable.

James grips the metal bars so hard his knuckles turn white.

'Please. Please let me explain.'

'There's nothing to explain. Admiral.'

The distant look you give him makes his blood run cold.

He forces the doors open fuck the key right? , bursts in and gathers you in his arms, despite your protests. You cry, wail, curse him. And he lets you.

Now he really desereved it.

All he can do is soothe you.

You give up on trying to pry him away from you. He just won't let go. He holds you like your're going to fall apart at any moment and frankly, your'e close to doing so. The feelings you so meticulously hid away surge to the surface and you can't help but relax into the warmth of his arms.

'I'm so, so sorry that it's come to this.'

'You're not sorry. You got your life back. I knew what I was getting myself into. I knew my happily ever after wouldn't come. Especially not with you.'

You feel James freeze.

'Me?'

'Yeah, I never even intended to tell you but now that I'll probably hang by tommorow-'

'Your happy ever after - what does that mean?'

He moves so fast you barely register when he looked into your eyes for the truth and when he buried his face in your neck. You sit and listen to his heathing breaths, the thumping of his heart and wonder - is it stress or- Owwwww fucking hell out with it already - you think.

After a little you whisper :

'It means i love you James. And I hoped life wouldn't be so cruel to those who long for freedom.'

You feel something wetting your shirt. A full body sob jostles you.

It's James' turn to weep.

'You big baby, don't cry. We'll be alright.'

Leaving on a cliffhanger >>>>>>

I hope it's readable - I've last written fiction like 5 yrs ago.

9.4.24 I wrote it fast so there's probably some spelling issues, I'll look later k mbyeeeeeee

10.4.24 K, I've looked this through, added a few thingies

#james norrington x reader #james norrington #jack davenport

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apollostears · 2 years

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𝐿𝐼𝐹𝐸'𝑆 𝐴 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯 ＃︎！︎

❤︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 + 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: headcanons on spending time with your college roommates at the beach. college!jjk, college!au, platonic!reader, the guys are idiots (+ you), nanami regrets everything.

❤︎ 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: nanami, toji, choso, geto, and gojo

✉︎ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐱𝐱

- one summer, nanami planned a week long trip to thailand!!

- lemme tell y’all how it went…

- choso got sun burn. . . twice (he has super sensitive skin)

- toji got stung by a jellyfish and gojo totally tried pissing on him

- geto got buried under sand by you and he almost drowned bc of how close to the shoreline y’all were

- two words: endless mimosas

- nanami was working OVERTIME to keep you and gojo away from the water so y’all drunk asses wouldn’t drown

- the housekeeping staff absolutely adored you guys!! shoutout to gojo and them dazzlin eyes

- you guys did soo much shoppin at the local markets and stores!

- gojo dragged you and geto out to one of the island clubs they had

- you definitely made out w some random person

- some local women taught you, nanami, and geto how to make traditional pad woon sen (glass noddle stir-fry)

- choso swam with sharks!!!

- y’all all definitely went snorkeling and nanami totally lost his shit bc a fish swam next to him

- if there’s water games, DO NOT LET THEM NEAR!

- geto and gojo paddle boarded way too far out and got bitched at

- choso will NOT stop going down the water slide

- several parents have complained already

- nanami falls asleep while kayaking and everyone thinks he’s dead of heat stroke so the paramedics came

- toji parasails the whole day and he’s good at it

- which is good but what’s not good is you being stuck on that damn boat w him

- you get some surfboarding lessons from this super hot guy. you totally snuck out to go though.

- likeee crack ass of dawn type shit

- you guys take pottery class together and go on a tour of bangkok

- you, choso, and nanami decide to paint at the beach while the others roam

- it was such a good bonding moment for the three of you

- constant hangovers!!

- these dudes party like they have indestructible livers

- in the end, this was the overall team damage:

- geto and gojo drowned each other

- three times

- geto almost got y’all deported

- gojo got lost for half a day

- choso got lost looking for gojo for half a day

- you literally almost ended up kidnapped had nanami not put air-tags on y’all

- toji lowkey ended up in some beef with the underground fight ring there. all bc he beat the owner’s ass in a street fight

- matching tattoos were a must!! (again)

- on the last day, nanami got stung by a jellyfish (toji was fucking cackling at that mans pain) and that’s when y’all knew it was a wrap

- mans literally came back to japan and took an extended vacation but AWAY from you guys

- you guys definitely go to the beach every summer now

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. @kennyackermanswhore @chaoticevilbakugo @indiecursor @gabzlovesu @desiray562 @brownmochii @knjkitten @sweeneyblue1 @namjoonswifeyy @nyxeclipse @rubinocore @somerandompipzsxh @dabilovesme @histarean @hannas16 @caribbeanwifey19 @emonaculate @po3ticb3auty @waka-umm @wilsonsbuck @ctrlstar @jealousfuckingcunt @savagemickey03 @dukina @sisnot @littlemochi @hoohoohope @ruubric

✉︎ 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬... 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐬

٩(˘◡˘)۶

𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

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livi-in-digital-circus · 9 days

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'Dreaming of Real World' AU – Bunnydoll Prom Headcanon

Sometimes the characters dream not only about their actual past, but also about what might have happened if they were still in the real world instead of the circus

At one point, Jax dreams about the prom he never got to attend because he was trapped in the digital world

Jackson has had a girlfriend or two, but nothing too serious. Even though he is quite handsome, his luck in relationships is rather nonexistent. This doesn't bother him most of the time, but it starts to become a problem the moment the school prom is announced

Many girls come up to him after class and ask him if he has a partner already. Most of them are obviously not his type, so he makes up a lie and just nods his head. In fact, he's not even planning on going to the prom

Until his mother overhears him talking to Fletcher about the lie and mistakenly believes his words to be true and that he does have a partner for the prom. She immediately starts looking for the perfect suit for Jackson and keeps asking him about the girl who 'stole his heart'

The boy quickly becomes annoyed with his mom's behavior, but he knows she won't stop nagging him. Finally, Jackson decides to invite someone who is actually worthy of him

Agatha is more than surprised when Jackson arrives at the kindergarten with a beautiful bouquet of her favorite flowers. As always, he is there to pick up Fletcher, but the sudden gift leaves her speechless. The only things he says are 'prom', 'next Friday' and 'dress nicely'

Jackson has no idea that Agatha has never been to a prom, not even her own years ago. She didn't meet her first boyfriend until college, and in high school, no one was interested in going to prom with her. She spent the day of the party locked in her room, eating ice cream and watching cartoons. Since she started high school, the thing she was most looking forward to was prom

There is a moment when Jackson thinks the whole situation is a joke, and when he arrives at Agatha's house to pick her up, he expects her not to take it seriously either. But when he finds her with her hair and makeup done, wearing the most beautiful dress he has ever seen, his heart skips a beat

For the first few minutes of the party, they just sit next to each other without saying a word. Some guys approach Jackson and ask him where he found such a sexy chick. He prefers not to say that she's his younger brother's teacher, who is 8 years older than him. Fortunately, Agatha looks quite young, so it is easy to make up a lie about her being a girl from another school

The silence is too awkward to bear, so Jackson finally decides to ask her to dance. He is a terrible dancer, but Agatha helps him keep his balance and avoid stepping on her toes. Despite their odd relationship, the two enjoy their time together

Later, they are invited to play some games like spin the bottle or cards. Agatha watches as Jackson wins another round of uno, impressed by his skill and the fact that he always has the best cards. She tries to play herself, but isn't as lucky as the boy. Still, they have so much fun

Unfortunately, Agatha has a weak head for alcohol and after three drinks she becomes sleepy, wobbles and bumps into tables and people. Seeing her in such a state, Jackson quickly takes her by the hand and after leaving the building, helps her into the passenger seat of her car while he takes the role of driver

They arrive at Agatha's house. Jackson finds the keys in the woman's purse and opens the door while helping her inside. Agatha lies down on the couch, hugs one of the pillows and falls asleep almost immediately. The boy stares at her for a while until he finally makes a bold move: he kisses her on the forehead

The last thing Jackson does before leaving Agatha's house is to prepare painkillers and a bottle of water for her possible hangover. He has no idea why he cares so much about her, and promises himself never to talk about it again

The end!

(I only came up with this idea because I would really love to go to the prom but for my well-being I had to withdraw TwT)

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #the amazing digital cirucs au #tadc au #dreaming of real world au #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #ragatha #jax #jax x ragatha #bunnydoll #headcanon

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kohabielnin · 9 months

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Headcanons Once Companions

I must admit that after COA and Truth & Inference, Once is my favorite au, so I thought, why not do an hdc of my favorite trio?

Blindspot/Aesop Carl

• Was the way he acted towards you when you met like he was scared?

• It took him a long time to trust you, but who can blame him? After all he thought you would hurt him too,

• The first time you went to his house, his mother insisted on making a feast for you,

• He's a little shy, but he loves reading to you or with you,

• When your parents let you sleep at his house, he always asks you to take care of a stray kitten that you two found and his mother always reads to you and when he puts them to bed,

• He feels like a very grateful and happy person to have such a good and dear friend like you, so he always tries to make you feel happy around him, let's face it, he's very cute

Good Child/Jack

• You two met because you are his master's son/daughter,

• At first he didn't want to get close to you for fear of hurting you, but after you proved that you're not afraid of his Bad Child side,

• It didn't take long for you to become his inspiration,

• As you both have a mutual love for paintings, there is no shortage of subjects for you, always helping each other with new paintings,

• If you are a woman, he will avoid you when he realizes that you are fighting hard for control of your body with Bad Child, after all, for your safety it is better for you to stay away from him, but if you are a man, he will still avoid you, but not much,

• Despite his recurring fear of hurting you, he can still be a little clingy and full of surprises, you can't blame him, he loves your company

Hangover/Joseph Desaulnier

• How did you meet? It's easy, at a ball thrown by the Queen at a time when France had not yet gone through the Revolution,

• To tell the truth, Claude approached you first, not Joseph, but it didn't take long for the three of you to become great friends,

• He is still a little shy around you today, always getting red in the face when he sees your smile or listens to your lectures about him drinking a lot, don't judge him, in his eyes you are as adorable as a cat,

• After Claude's death, the only person who made him stop drinking at least a little was you, after all you are the only person he has left,

• We can say that he might be a little jealous if he sees you with someone else, but this is all just part of his insecurity of losing you like he lost his parents and brother,

• If you forbid him from drinking wine while you are at his house, you can be sure that he will follow you up and down like an abandoned dog and beg you to get his beloved bottle of wine again

#joseph desaulnier x reader #jack idv x reader #aesop carl x reader #aesop carl blindspot #jack the ripper good child #joseph desaulnier hangover #once serie #identity v x reader

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seakayants · 30 days

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One piece headcanons and redesigns (Ace lives Au) :

(Ace, Yamato, Isuka and my oc Benny in that order!! 🤓👆)

Ace

look at this ugly man.

(There’s also Oc content in purple)

he got his own room when he became second commander but rarely used it since he wasn’t used to sleeping alone (he was used to sleeping with his brothers) and he would go back to his division and sleep with them instead.

His crew would use him as heater when passing cold islands (both spade and whitebeard)

He almost drowned in soup and sake a concerning amount of times.

He doesn’t get hangover since he’s made of fire and doesn’t absorb the effects of the alcohol. Poison also doesn’t work on him (unless if its like a devil fruit or smth)

He also gets insomnia due to his irregular sleep patterns, gets nightmares a lot. The crew’s nurses tried giving him medication to help with his narcolepsy but none of it worked since they would dissolve the next morning.

Sometimes he touches a hot kettle or stove accidentally and says “Ow” but then remembers he can’t feel it.

Had a crush on Isuka and would purposely run slower so she can catch up to him and fight.

Makes self deprecating jokes about himself and concerns the crew (he secretly believes in all of them)

Parents and kids love him, the type of friend your parents compare you to.

He used to bark at people on all fours when he was a kid.

Literally turned red as a tomato when Thatch told him about the implications of a vivre card. (Vivre cards are often used by lovers who are apart to keep track of each other (this isn’t canon btw i just think its too cute not to))

Stares at the tiny piece Yamato ripped off of his vivre card every night.

Begged on his knees for Thatcher to fry eggs on his back but was always told no since it was unhygienic.

Was used as a heat source in boiling, cooking, etc.

the scars around his body are from Benny trying to mutilate him throughout the years.

Ace lives Au:

Doesn’t get into too much arguments with Luffy post marineford since Luffy would just pull the “I broke into prison to save your life” card on him and instantly win.

Would tease Sabo about his crush on Koala but immediately shuts up when Sabo brings up Isuka or Yamato.

Tracked down Isuka and asked her to join his crew but then they got into an argument and the people around them thought they were breaking up. (she still joined anyways)

Had to start wearing shirts so he won’t be too recognizable but thought they were too itchy. He’ll wear matching outfits with his crew to not immediately rip off his shirt.

Took Luffy’s advice and tried to kidnap Benny to his crew but got his ass beat (he was still recovering from his injuries)

Had to be physically restrained so he would stop moving so much and reopen his wounds.

Lights a candle for whitebeard and garp during day of the dead with sabo and luffy.

Yamato:

look at this beautiful man

Ace botched his haircut. He tried doing that thing where you use fire in cutting hair but messed up cuz he has no experience, Yamato doesn’t care that much cuz his hair growth is fast anyways, plus he had the same haircut for like 100 years so any change is good change.

Manhandles people when he’s excited, it’s easier for him since he’s 8’8 and he can easily grab someone and throw them around like a rag doll. No one is safe.

Since Ace also manhandles ppl when he’s excited the two of them just start wrestling.

Tried giving himself a stick and poke tattoo of Oden’s name on his arm to mimic Ace’s tattoo…he wears long sleeves for a reason.(He started viewing Oden as more than just an inspiration and instead of an idea and symbol of freedom, that’s why he tried to tattoo him on his arm, it’s a lot like the Whitebeard tattoo for him. )

Doesn’t like wearing bracelets or accessories on his arms cuz they remind him of the chains that used to trap him.

Likes to put jewelry on his horns though, he puts them on like those baby stacking tower rings.

Didn’t bind because Oden didn’t need to. He also did his own top surgery. His scars are still visible in his wolf form.

Some wolfish traits stay long after transformation so sometimes Yamato would just:

Is a gym bro.

Started getting more body hair the more he transformed into a wolf, he likes it since it makes him look more manly.

Swings his kanabo around like a toy and scares the living daylights out of anyone close to him.

Sometimes forget not everything is as strong as him and hands extremely heavy things to ppl like its nothing only to be surprised when they drop to the floor.

Says “Okay, no more Mr. Nice guy” and rolls up his sleeves. 😭

Ace lives Au

Literally jumped up to the ceiling and hit his head when Ace asked him to join his crew, he didn’t even let him finish the sentence.

Now has a tattoo sleeve of scales running down his arms to cover up his old tattoo.

Wouldn’t stop crying and embracing Ace when they met each other again, Ace couldn’t understand anything he said through the tears.

Explored every inch of Wano with Ace’s formed crew before he left with them to become pirates.

Started his own logbook where he keeps note of all of his adventures.

Him and Deuce chat about their own respective books. They also both beat up anyone who makes fun of their handwriting. Half the crew are drawn with stink lines in Deuce’s book now.

Almost drowned like, 50 times cuz he kept admiring the sea. Jumped in after a Sea king cuz he forgot he can’t swim.

Likes getting scratches in and out of his wolf form.

Isuka:

okay she’s highkey unrecognizable but uhm let’s ignore that. Look at this beautiful woman.

She was teased by her colleagues about Ace and she had to threaten nailing them to the walls to shut them up.

Rumors started spreading that her and Ace were star crossed lovers and she had to explain to headquarters what happened 50 times so they won’t fire her for being in relations with a pirate.

Wrote letters to Ace but never sent them to him in fear of judgment and what would happen in the future.

Started to become less cruel after the incident in Sabaody and treated pirates with more mercy, she got shunned by the other marines about how she’s grown soft but she ignored them. No one will know the violence it took for her to become this gentle.

She used to be scared of even the smallest candles but her fear became smaller as she grew up, she still freezes up near burning houses though.

She never had the time to treat her burns when she was still in the marines so they were often itchy and irritated her in battle.

Gossips with other female marines in a sort of sleepover when its their break, they chat about anything there and almost NOTHING ever comes out.

Got stationed in Impel down as a guard for a couple months and had to physically stop herself from hurting the other guards cuz they keep torturing the prisoners for their own enjoyment.

She gave the prisoners extra food when no one was looking and would chat with them, she also apologized to some of the pirates she sent there and cried when they forgave her.

Used to be awkward with kids but now is really good with them.

She sometimes finds herself thinking like her late mentor and feels guilty about it.

Puked when she heard that Ace was sent to Impel down since she knows how cruel it is there.

Has a death grip on things, if she fell asleep holding something she would NOT let go.

Ace lives Au:

Once again, Ace botched her haircut. Stop using fire on people’s hair Ace. She hated it for a while and insisted on wearing Ace’s hat for the time being, after a few months passed and her hair grew out a little she started to like it since she’s always wanted shorter hair.

Got a burn cream from Marco and puts it on every few hours, Ace sometimes helps her apply it when she’s too tired after a fight.

Started dressing more tomboyish when she finally left the marines like how she always wanted to if it weren’t for those darn dress codes.

Braids Otama’s hair when there’s nothing else to do, she sees her as a little sister.

Immediately gave all the information she knew about the government to the revolutionary army the moment she quitted.

Met up with Benny to apologize for joining the pirates before she left and secretly kept contact through letters with secret messages and code names before they had to cut contact.

Is besties with Deuce and they both chat about medical stuff and whatnot.

Benny

bro thinks she’s part of the team 💀

Ace gave her some burn cream since he felt bad for burning her and Benny thought he was just making fun of her. (she still took it)

Was banned from using weapons since she kept wasting them on warlords and yonkos and the marine government didn’t want a war happening cuz their rookie marine shot Shanks. She had to start using broken musical instruments given free at the music shops.

She still threw pianos at warlords and yonkos.

The only reason she isn’t fired is because Garp took her under his wing, not entirely because she has potential to surpass him but because she’s funny as hell (unintentionally).

Listens to “It’s About Drive It’s About Power” in her training montage while being trained by Garp.

Ripped off Ace’s necklace with her teeth and almost choked on the beads so Ace had to perform Heimlich maneuver while her colleague was watching. It was a quiet ride back home to base.

Has thrown more Pianos on Ace than the average musician has played in their life.

has severe prosopagnosia and doesn’t recognize anyone until they introduce themselves to her again. Only recognizes the people she talks to daily but only through heir voice and mannerisms.

Thought a colleague was a spy for the enemies and confronted him in the entire cafeteria for it. He was just a closeted gay. Her friend called her homophobic for a week straight after that.

Has not gone a day after a month she enrolled in the marines where she didn’t wear the uniform. Not even on breaks.

Called Ace “Ass key” while trying to read his tattoo.

I’ll add more but I ran out of ideas. Thanks for reading guys.

#one piece oc #embrace the cringe #one piece #my art #portgas d ace #art #yamace #yamato #ace lives au #ensign isuka #isuka #benny #hcs #headcanon #redesign

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solcorvidae · 9 months

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Modern Witcher AU: My Headcanons: (part 3 of ?)

Geralt smells of coffee, caramelized sugar, kerosine, and mineral oil. The sugary scent is from his favourite fragrance (Vanilla Woods—The 7 Virtues) and it mingles well with his natural body chemistry and environmental scents. It’s very subtle but distinct and it works shockingly well for him.

Jaskier is determined to figure out what fragrance Geralt wears but is looking in all the wrong places. He assumes some of the “masculine” notes from the environment that linger on his skin and clothes are a part of the perfume. It takes Geralt explicitly telling Jaskier to look in the feminine and/or the unisex sections (of fragrantica) for him to actually do so and finally get put on the right track.

Jaskier smells of lavender and chamomile. His hair also retains the smell of his shampoo exceedingly well so he always smells clean. He uses solid fragrance that’s reminiscent of “Chamomile and Lavender Milk Tea” by The Dua Brand. It has notes of honey and raw almond milk that gives it a good balancing effect and works well with his body chemistry.

Jaskiers extended family organizes regular family reunions at grossly lavish locations at least once a year. Most of his family besides his parents and a few cousins don’t know about his cross-country road trip… or Geralt. When Jaskier brings Geralt along one year to a reunion at a rented out ski chalet he wants to make sure Geralt makes a good impression. Little did he know, most of his family would adore him and think he is such a doll. Geralt had no less than two people at any given time chatting with him for the vast majority of the weekend. As an introvert, he was exhausted by the end of each day. Jaskier is secretly convinced his family loves Geralt more than him after just a few days; however, Jaskier is more than happy to show him off so it never really bothers him much.

Geralt has a stiff gait. It stems from extremely tense muscles in his hips and lower back as a result of so many hours on the road and not enough proper stretching. Jaskier makes it his personal goal to get Geralt into physiotherapy and at the very least, flexible enough to touch his toes comfortably again.

Geralt’s nausea inducing alcohol of choice is tequila. Eskel’s is flavoured vodka. Lambert loves to get a reaction out of them over it.

Geralt can't have tequila (especially margaritas) anymore because of the near-two day hangover he had after drinking with his brothers on New Years Eve one year. Not even the night he came of age could compare to the sheer amount he knocked back that night.

Eskel's grievance against (lemonade) vodka started after a night out at the bar in his early 20's. He doesn't remember how many times he threw up that night (and he doesn't really want to either).

Lambert can hold his alcohol well but gets hangovers extremely easy, unlike Geralt and Eskel who rarely get more than a headache that's readily manageable with a single ibuprofen capsule. Lambert started keeping a bucket under his bed for this exact reason. He doesn't have a gag-inducing alcohol because if he did, all options would be exhausted with the amount of times he has been ill after a night out.

Geralt’s personal vehicle is a baby blue rust bucket of a pickup truck. It’s a sturdy but rough looking 1990 Ford Ranger.

Eskel drives a grey 2013 VW Jetta that was not taken care of too well by it’s previous owner. It’s a secondhand shitbox but it’s his secondhand shitbox.

Lambert refuses to buy his own car and when he’s not working, he makes Vesemir or his brothers drive him places when he can’t/doesn’t want to catch the bus.

Eskel gets extremely bad caffeine withdrawal symptoms since he has a much lower tolerance and rate of consumption than Geralt, who has a worrying dependency. Geralt says he's fine, but his blood pressure says otherwise.

[Modern AU Headcanon Masterpost]

#hypothermic ao3 #the witcher modern au #the witcher headcanon #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #geraskier #eskel #lambert #geralt #eskel witcher #lambert witcher #kaer morons #sol scribbles

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lost-walmartbag · 1 year

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These are all the links to my South Park fanfics. I hope this is laid out well. These are what all the symbols next to some of the links mean.

♡ - Mild nsfw

◇ - Full nsfw

● - Completed series

○ - Ongoing series

☆ - One shot

Many fics or chapters may not have a symbol next to them, but this does not mean they don't contain mature topics. I put warnings before every chapter so you'll know what it has.

All characters are over 18 unless stated otherwise

These fics are sorted by character

If you don't see a character you want a fic for let me know

Asking for nsfw content is okay

Kyle Broflozski

-College AU- ●

01 02: 'So it's a date?' 03: 'How'd it go?' ♡ 04: 'Official' 05: 'Good Morning' ◇ 06: 'Fantasy'

-Peace by your side- ○

Prologue 01 02 03

-One-shots- ☆

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Stan Marsh

-Cheating story S1- ●

01: 'How's that for an autograph?' ◇ 02: 'Guilt' 03: 'Who was it?' ◇ 04: 'It isn't you' 05: 'Don't go'

-Stan x reader S2- ○

01: 'Sarah' 02: 'Missed calls' 03: Meeting 04: Barging in 05: Do you? 06: More than happy 07: Game Plan 08: Pickups and unloads

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Prom with Stan Marsh 01: Cartman, Stan, Kyle

Kenny McCormick

-Ex story- ●

01: Or not 02: Jealousy 03: Mistake 04: Ice cold loneliness 05: Hangover Breakfast 06: I'm here 07: No expense 08: Peace

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Prom with Kenny Mccormick 02: Kenny, Butters, Clyde

Butters/ Marjorine x readers

-Marjorine x reader- ●

01: What is my name? 02: Leo? 03: Rejection therapy 04: As terrifying as it might be 05: The plan 06: Can we talk 07: Out 08: Funeral

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Prom with Butters Stotch 02: Kenny, Butters, Clyde

Craig Tucker x readers

-Sleepover series- ○

01: 'I hate you' 02: 'Sleepover' ◇ 03: 'Plus one' ◇

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Prom with Craig Tucker 03: Craig, Tweek, Tolkien

Scott Tenorman

-Bound- ○

01 02 03 - coming soon

Cartman x readers

-First impressions-

01: Good thing 02: Potato salad 03: Plastic 04: Night out 05: Friends 06: Time

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Prom with Eric Cartman 01: Cartman, Stan, Kyle

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Prom with Tweek Tweak Prom with Tolkien Black Prom with Clyde Donovan Prom with Clyde pt2 Prom with Pete Thelman Prom with Jimmy Valmer

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04: Jimmy, Ike, Kevin

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Clyde headcanons

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the-fluff-piece · 1 year

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I just want some f***ing sleep and comfort

Part 3 of the Sanji x reader modern day AU! Last time, Sanji made breakfast but had to leave. When you knocked on his door a few hours later- there was a mysterious sexbomb in his apartment!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4 coming soon!

And also check my headcanons and other stories

Sanji

She has fallen asleep - in his arms! He had to smile. It was the biggest sign of trust he could have hoped for. She cuddled up against him and felt safe enough to fall asleep. He had feared that after he lost control and just kissed her she would be afraid, but she wasn't. She had slept in his arms.

He would have loved to stay with her, watching her and enjoying her company, but he had to go to the restaurant - saturdays were busy, he couldn't leave his collegues alone.

And than there was the kiss.... he tilted his head back to stop the nosebleed. She felt so soft and inviting, her body was so sensual and sweet.

He couldn't stop thinking about their short exchange about love, though. Of course he loved women. Whenever he saw a beautiful woman, he was basically in heaven - that must be love! But being with her had felt different than that - better. More relaxed, more meaningful. It was easy to talk to her, easy to be around her. He felt like she accepted him just the way he was. Was that love?

He had to admit to himself that he didn't know a whole lot about it. Not like his parents were a great rolemodel in their marriage. He sighed, doubt gnawing at the edges of his mind.

"Sanji FIRE!" someone screamed.

"Huh?" He lazily asked, realising a second to late that the steak in his pan was burning. He must have stood there, lost in thought, for a long time.

"Woopsie" Sanji exclaimed and took the pan away from the stove as his collegue threw a safety blanket over the flames to quench them. Everyone looked at Sanji like they wanted to filet him - he'd been fucking up everything today.

BAM

Zeff gave him a hearty slap in the face.

"The sauce is absolutely ruined! What's wrong with you?" He screamed at Sanji and shoved a spoonful of overly salty sauce in his mouth.

"Nhm Smmmrrry!" Sanji tried to apologise around the big spoon in his mouth.

"DISH DUTY NOW" Zeff exploded and Sanji ran towards the big dishwasher to get away from his stepfather's wrath.

At least he had more time to daydream now. Where was he? He couldn't remember. Doesn't matter.

He spent the rest of the night fantasising about what she would feel like, what she would taste like, producing heavy nosebleeds in the process. He had left the syphon to dry in her kitchen. Maybe he could get it tomorrow and make her more coffee and bring some cake.

When he got home, he fell into bed, exhausted. His guest was already asleep.

He couldn't wait for tomorrow to come and closed his eyes.

You

This whole thing was stupid. After a perfect morning of eating and cuddling, you had fallen asleep and Sanji had left.

And there was a supermodel in his apartment, half naked, while he was away at work. Maybe he's a player after all, called his "friend" for some fun before work, and didn't think you'd find out. What a pig! Another guy to add to your endless list of disappointments.

Grumpily, you went to bed that day and intended to leave all that behind you. Instead, you dreamed about Sanji, his soft hands on your body and that little beard tickling your face as he kissed you. Damn stupid dreams. Intense dreams. Waking you up and making you feel like somethings missing, something is supposed to he different.

Maybe you cried a little because you felt so pathetic and stupid the next day. Maybe you traded your hangover-headache for a crying-headache. Maybe you lay on the couch all day and watched funny animal clips. Maybe-

Dingdong

Your old-fashioned doorbell announced a visitor - the shouted "mademoiselle" told you that it was Sanji.

"Go away" you answered through the door.

"Oh, am I interrupting something? Thank you for bringing the cream whip thingy back! I just wanted to invite you to dinner! I'll be making risotto!" He explained from the other side.

"No thanks" you answered.

"Or maybe something else? I can make anything you want!"

"Feed it to your girlfriend" you told him. Ha, got him.

"Who?" He asked, confused.

"Don't play dumb. She was there when I gave you your thingy back yesterday" you angrily shouted, remembering the girl with big bubble breasts, wearing his hoodie.

There was a short silence on the other side of the door.

"You mean Reiju?" He asked, sounding strangely relieved.

"Who?" Now you were confused.

"That's my sister!" Sanji happily explained.

"You should totally meet her for dinner. How does 7 Sound?" He asked, absolutely sucker punching your anger in the gut.

You opened the door to see if he was just mocking you.

"Your sister?" You croaked at the beautiful man in front of your door. He looked absolutely delicious with a pair of narrow, Black pants and a perfectly fitting dress shirt. His expression turned soft as he caught the first glimpse of you.

"You look like you need a blanket and a tea" He told you with a soft voice. "I have some time before dinner." He said and moved to enter our flat.

You hadn't decided yet if you should let him in, but when he came near you he leaned close and whispered: "I missed you so much", melting your defenses.

He put his arm around you and pushed you towards your couch and proceeded to the kitchen, where he cooked tea like he had lived in your apartment for years. He set a small timer and brought you a cup with a teabag in it and a little saucer on top to keep it warm.

"Three minutes" Sanji said and twisted the egg timer accordingly. He sat down with a sigh, gathered your blanket and wrapped it around you with a tight hug.

The intimacy between you two felt awkward and new again. He sat down a few inches from you, looking like it felt strange to him, too.

"What's up mademoiselle? Are you a little sick?" He asked and felt your temperature by putting his hand on your forehead.

"At least no fever" He concluded and looked at you, expecting an answer.

What were you supposed to say?

Sorry Sanji, I thought you were already cheating on me, even though I told you I didn't want a relationship. I felt bad and wanted to scorn you for it?

Instead you muttered "just a little tired..." and already felt him breath a faint kiss on your hair.

"You don't have to meet Reiju if you don't feel up to it" He whispered. "The last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable. We could eat out or..."

"No, it's okay!" You assured him. While not being sure about anything at all anymore.

"Great! I'm sure you'll get along so well" He beamed.

"I can't wait to make dinner for my two favorite women in the world!"

It was an intimidating thought: meeting his sister after not even one real date - and she looked like a supermodel.

You kind of regretted it as soon as you knocked on the door. Reiju opened the door and looked stunning in low rise jeans and a tight shirt. How did she get perfect hair like that? Good thing she was his sister, or you would be really worried.

"Greetings, Y/n! Come in!" She said and stepped aside. She was again very cold and formal. You handed her the one bottle of wine you still had at your apartment to not show up empty handed. She took it and nodded. "Sanji is in the kitchen. Come in."

Your nose detected a delicious smell; no doubt the risotto Sanji had talked about. Now it was your turn to look around his apartment: next to the door was a small rack filled with fine shoes, sneakers and slippers. The man had more shoes than you, by far.

The living room/kitchenette area looked minimalistic, but stylish. For the most part - the small kitchen was stuffed with various utensils, jars and boxes. It was hard to see - a few candles provided the only light. You could make out a small leather cough and a dead plant in a corner.

Your heart jumped when you saw Sanji, a towel over his shoulder, stirring a pot. He wore his most heart melting smile.

"Hi my sweetheart, my princess!" He grinned broadly while preparing three perfect looking plates of risotto, topped with fresh herbs and slices of mushrooms. A bottle of white wine was already open on the table; it was small, but Sanji made it look like the finest table in town.

When you sat down, facing both of them over the round table, you felt awkward. Sanji was wearing a dark shirt with a fine jacquard tie and black pants - he could have posed on the cover of a magazine. Right next to Reiju, who looked like a sports model. Seeing them next to each other was astounding - they really did look a lot alike. Fine faces, long legs. Curly eyebrows.

"I'm so happy you're here! And already meeting my family, it's like a dream!" He drummed on the table like an excited child.

"Indeed, marvellous" Reiju looked as neutral as ever, "so surprising that Sanji now has a girlfriend!" She raised one curled eyebrow. You suddenly had to think about vulkans.

"Well we're not a couple, we just met two days ago!" You protested, getting red as a tomato. It was both kind of flattering and too much, too soon.

Sanji looked at Reiju with an apologetic smile: "she's not exactly my girlfriend, but I care a lot about her. A lot"

He said it with passion and sincerity. Like he meant it. And then, he looked at you: "try it! It's a mushroom risotto with grana padano. The simplicity of the recipe is really showcasing the fresh ingredients."

Candlelight was reflecting from his blue eyes. They glinted in a completely new colour as he observed you closely. He rested his head on his hand and waited for you to take the first bite.

You could feel his gaze on your lips as you lifted the fork to your mouth. As expected, it was perfect. The rice was soft and almost one with the rich, creamy broth it was cooked in. The mushrooms and cheese had a rich, earthy aroma together. The fresh basil on top perfected the taste. It felt like a warm, comforting embrace after this lonely day.

You could see by his smile that he understood you liked it, but had the discretion not to stare too much in the presence of his sister.

"Well done, Sanji. It's good to know you're putting your talent to good use" Reiju ate with a faint smile.

"So tell me y/n, what is your occupation?" She asked, straight forward.

The dreaded question. Your work was boring. Explaining it again was boring.

"I work at the tax office." You said simply.

"How interesting! What does that entail?" She asked further.

"Well I work at the office, I check paperwork, I do paperwork. Very boring" you gave the usual speech. It was a lot of crazy tax law, forms and meetings with boring people.

Sanji coughed loudly, almost choking on his wine.

"Sanji?" Reiju asked and patted his back, "What's wrong?"

"Lady.." he coughed, "..Office...lady!!" Sanji looked like he was on drugs. His nose was bleeding again and he looked at you like a dying man would look at an oasis in the desert.

"Y/n-chan...is a sexy...Office....lady!" He stammered. Was ge drooling?

Reiju completely ignored him, instead she absent mindedly patted his hair and continued the conversation like nothing happened. So she knew about his strange habits.

"Are you two close?" You asked her before she could think of more questions.

"Yes, but I live abroad and we don't see each other as often as I would like." She looked at her brother, still mumbling about office ladies.

"How about you - what do you do?" You asked.

"I am modeling. I was booked by a client in the vicinity, so I got to visit my younger brother." She smiled at the mumbling mess beside her.

Modeling - of course. But she said it like it was any other work.

The rest of the evening was filled with polite conversation between you and Reiju and Sanji's further inquiries about your work and how often you wore tight pencil skirts and stockings.

It was nice to see him with his sister, they were so different, but you could feel their deep connection.

"There is one thing you should know" Reiju said towards the end with a concerned voice.

"The rest of the family wants to visit you soon. You better watch out." She said ominously. It seemed to concern Sanji as well.

"Whatever they want, I don't care." He stated coldly. He suddenly looked angry. And scared.

"What does that mean?" You asked them.

"To not trust strangers!" Reiju said.

No worries? That's what People say when you should absolutely worry!

"No worries!" Sanji tried to drown her voice out.

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So, that was an accidental post 😳 I just wanted to work on it but tumblr did some strange things and just posted it. So sorry if the end feels rushed and is full of typos xD

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