❄ day 5 - cookies, holiday-themed contest, “that definitely looks… interesting?”, “that is exactly why you want a high-quality fire extinguisher right in the kitchen.” —the santa clause
❄ fandom/character(s) - one piece - ace x reader
❄ warnings - no beta reader, modern au, fem!reader, no warnings - just fluff, blurb
❄ word count: 617
❄ description - you both suck at making cookies, but it's the thought that counts, right?
still working on the robin fic. I would just upload what I have, but I want to do my lady justice she's too fine to fumble
somethin' cute for the girls; this one was actually the 2nd blurb I had locked and loaded ready to go. tomorrow is law, and its about to be long asf too.
check out the rest of the days here
A bead of sweat dropped on your chin. The thick itchy wool felt suffocating as your tense muscles flexed. You grip the bag with a shaking hand. Every second you try willing your digits to stay still, tremors wracked through them more.
“And....” You exhale, dropping the piping bag onto the counter, sliding down to the ground. One dozen down, another 3 dozen to go. “-done!”
“That definitely looks... Interesting?” A pang of annoyance rings through as you watch Ace glance from his station, a raised eyebrow. He picks up the frosted sugar cookie you just finished, holding the crude drawing up like it was fine china.
“Is this supposed to be a Yeti? It’s kind of sick.”
You huff exasperatedly, “No, it’s obvious Frosty, dumbass.”
His smile drops, as his gaze turns to you, the cookie, and back at you. He tries to clear his throat, but fails to cover his laugh.
You puff your cheeks in embarrassment. “It’s not funny, baby.”
“Oh no, I wasn’t laughing at you, pretty girl, I was laughing at how creative you are,” He tries to fight back, but you reach on the top of the counter and grab the spatula, throwing it at him.
He dodges with ease, mirroring the same look you had on your face. “Sorry, baby.”
“As if,” You scoff back, but an acrid stench burns the inside of your nostrils, a smoky haze covering your apartment. Your heart drops at the sudden beeping alarm.
“Ace! The cookies!”
“Shit-”
You watch him run to the stove, and as soon as he opens it, a plume of fire fans out, licking at the fresh oxygen of the kitchen. Screaming, you scuttle underneath the cabinet, grab the canister, and pull the pin. A sea of smoke and foam finally fades, and you both sit staring at each other with wide eyes.
“Oh no... The cookies.” You glance back at the ones you just frosted, the frosty-yeti hybrid cookie buried in an avalanche of foam.
He scratches the back of his head, smiling sheepishly. “That is exactly why you want a high-quality fire extinguisher right in the kitchen.”
“But- But-” You feel the whine bubble up your throat, looking at the destruction of the kitchen. Ace sighs, but smiles nonetheless, dropping to his knees beside you.
“It's honestly my fault for even accepting the baking contest,” He admits, wiping what he can of the foam off his face, crouching to do the same for you with gentle fingers.
You go to the counter, because, no, it was your fault for thinking you both had the patience for a task like this. Sanji wouldn’t have cared if you both didn’t bring cookies. It was the idea of making them with him that made you so on board with it. Before you could get anything out, his rambling trails off as he looks at you with a coy smile.
“Has anyone told you look amazing in white?”
“Piss off,” You burn hot, waving away his hand that cradles your face. You were supposed to be mad. “And now you look like Frosty.”
“Well, you don’t have to cry, because I don’t plan to melt away,” He cheeses
“Ha-ha, corny ass,” You mumbled, leaning forward to let your head press into his chest, feeling his lips press against the top of your head fondly in response. You hum in content. Maybe it wasn’t the cookies that made the moment. Maybe it's the man who will not let you be upset for a moment more.
“Why don’t we just buy some really nice cookies..” You offer finally, and he laughs in response, his voice rumbling in your head.
“Sounds good to me, angel.”
just so you know this is canon! I actually talked with ace, he told me to tell you ‘hi baby’ and to kiss ur forehead<3
Are you still doing prompts? If so could I pretty please have 45 with ACE from VAV? (His stares are so hot) ThAnk YoU!
You stared at him - your… fling. Your affair. Your… whatever.
Your definitely not-boyfriend, that was for sure. Or it had been, until now.
“B-but you don’t date - that’s literally your number one rule!”, you said, surprise and shock written all over your face. Ace lifted one eyebrow, lips curling into a small smile. “What can I say? You’re my one exception.”, he answered and took another step towards you. His dark eyes bored into yours and you felt your heart begin to race, hands shaking slightly. “What do you say, Y/N? How about we finally make this official, mh?”, he asked again, voice soft and expression open and honest. You gnawed on your lower lip and leaned against the doorframe, crossing both arms in front of your chest. Your gaze flitted from the beautiful bouquet in his hands to his face and back again.
“But what if you break my heart?”, you murmured and ducked your head, unable to stop the words tumbling from your lips.
“Darling.”, he gently cupped your chin and turned your face up to his, “I promise I’ll never do anything to hurt you. Please say yes.”
You cleared your throat and finally gave him a small smile, nodding once. He exhaled, obviously relieved. His gaze was soft when he returned your smile, gently pressing his lips to yours.
[7.48pm] It's already dark outside and foggy. You sit on the boat since hours. Ace just wanted to go in this village to buy food and water. Worries are eating up your insides. It's time, you think. You stay up and start to search after Ace.
The both of you are buddies since you can think. At the moment you are on a big travel to find Black Beard.
Almost 2 hours passed as you already found your companion.
"ACE!" You stomp in his direction. He sits at the bar with a beer jug on his hand. Some empty ones are infront of him.
"Hey Y/N, nice to see you. Sit down." He is drunk.
"You idiot." Tears build in your eyes. Everyone is staring at you and Ace.
"What's wrong?", he asks confused.
"All the time I waited at our boat and you where here getting drunk! I was worried! Something could have happened to you!" The tears stream down your face. Ace gets up, put an arm around your shoulder and pats your head. Your heart beats faster and you can feel your face heat up.
"Stupid little one, you should know that I am alright. I am the one who always safes your ass." Before you can contradict, he peeks your lips. Everything in you is going crazy.
"Sorry little one, the alco-" You interrupt him with pulling him closer again and kiss him softly.
Summary: Byeongkwan forgets everything and Junhee remembers eveything... about you.
Word Count: >300
Warnings: Mentions of amnesia & really good memory, fluff, slight angst, etc.
A/N: I wrote this on my exam questionnaire HAHAHAHbut because i dont remember it exactly it became longer. Idk what having really good memory is called, its not photographic memory
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Junhee could remember everything.
From the way you scrunched up your nose in thought and how you have a pair of red socks with a hole on them, it was all in his mind.
He could remember your smile that met your eyes and every whenever it didn't.
Byeongkwan on the other hand could not remember for the life of him where he put his pen--
Nor his breakfast today--
Nor what Mr. Moon discussed.
It was sort of clinical... probably... he doesn't remember...
He needs a lot of cues to jog his mind.
You can jog his mind though, it's not like he has dementia.
He can't really remember faces.
But when he does, it means he's known them for long.
Which is why his best friend Junhee reminds him what they discussed in science--
And why he has that cast on his arm.
And just how much Byeongkwan likes you.
Because he does.
Byeongkwan keeps wriggling around when he sees you.
He blushes and slaps Junhee's back and goes, "Yooo man, she's so cute."
But he keeps resetting every time he sees you.
So Junhee, like the good friend he is, reminds him why he likes you every time.
How Byeongkwan pouts when you sneeze, 'cause it's adorable...
How Byeongkwan laughs at your dad jokes, 'cause he too says them...
How Byeongkwan noticed that you bite your lip when you're nervous...
How you tie your laces without looking...
How you doodle your teachers...
How you smile at birds...
Your big, grey sweater...
Your leather watch...
Your glimmering eyes...
Your...
You...
Y-y-yeah, Junhee reminds Byeongkwan every time.
But the thing is Byeongkwan notices how Junhee talks about you.
He thinks it's precious how his demeanor changes when you're the topic.
So Byeongkwan being the cheesy friend he is, pokes Junhee and teases him about it.
Junhee is appaled and denies the accusation.
"You. You like her, Byeongkwan!"
Byeongkwan hearts skips a beat when you wave at him.
"Well, if I like her as much as you say I do," Byeongkwan turns to Junhee and smiles, "you should go for it, because you know her better."
18 - “I think it’s adorable how easily you blush.”
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Donghun shut the door behind him as he roamed around your apartment. He didn’t bother to call for you as he figured you were in your room. He walked in and saw you sitting on the floor folding your laundry. Papers were scattered all over the bed for work. He glanced down at you and waited for you to notice him. He raised his eyebrows still waiting.
“Y/N.” He spoke causing you to jump and grab the nearest thing which happened to be a pair of shorts. You threw in the direction of the attacker and hit him in the face. You giggled when you noticed that it was your boyfriend standing there.
“Sorry.” You got up and gave him a quick hug. You brushed past him to tidy up the bed a bit. He plopped down on the bed and watched you run around your room.
“Come here.” His hand reached out for yours and pulled down on top of him. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. His warm lips pressed against your slightly chapped ones.
“No, you don’t want to kiss me with chapped lips.” A small grin formed on his lips.
“I always want to kiss you.” You looked down with a smile as you felt your face heat up. You glanced up at the man who seemed to tower over you even though you were sitting in his lap. He went in for another kiss except this time it was deeper and more passionate. His hands roamed around your body. You pulled away abruptly when your phone buzzed from your back pocket.
“Hold on.” You placed your hand on his chest to throw your phone aside. He sat there and admired you.
“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled through the kiss. Your face burned with heat as you bit your bottom lip. “I think it’s adorable how easily you blush.”
You had been gone for a week to visit your family. Your boyfriend, Jun, couldn’t pick you up from the airport since he had a busy schedule. A friend of yours waited for you at the baggage claim with a wide smile. She engulfed you in a big hug.
“It’s so good to see you.” She clasped her hands together and shook them around excitedly. Your excited friend took one of your bags and carried them to her car. The car ride consisted of chatter about your trip. After she dropped you off, you plopped down on your bed. You closed your eyes as your body slowly relaxed. Your body was sore from being so tense throughout your trip. The bed seemed to be perfect as it hadn’t been touched in a week. You crawled under the blankets and shut your eyes.
Jun came into your place with a huge smile but was replaced with a frown when he noticed you weren’t around. His eyebrows creased as he searched your place. His eyes landed on your sleeping form as a small smile crept on his face. He sat down beside you and shook you awake. Your eyes fluttered open and noticed Jun smiling down at you. You grinned from ear to ear.
“Welcome home.” You mumbled. He chuckled lightly before climbing in next to you.
“I should be saying that to you.” He joked while he wrapped his arms around you. He stared into your eyes that were slowly closing. His smile seemed to have gotten bigger by each passing moment. “How was your trip?”
“It was intense.” You mumbled. You snuggled closer into your boyfriends chest. “My mom wouldn’t stop asking me questions about you.”
“I hope you said some good things about you.” He teased.
“No, I told her that you abuse me.” You stated. “I’m kidding. Of course, I said good things about you.”
“Good.” His voice had mischievous trill. His hand glided down your back, resting on your hip.
“Jun.” you stated sternly.
“I like it when you say my name.” Jun hummed.
“I’m sure you do. Now, be quiet.” You hushed him. “I’m tired.”
“Should I sing to you?” He placed a kiss on your forehead. You mumbled a ‘yes’ in response and made yourself comfortable in Jun’s arms. He started to sing quietly while tangling his fingers in your hair.
