An anon requested the prompt “Taking a bath together” for Zoro x Nami. Again, to be fair, I made this sexual, even though I probably could have avoided it. And I originally planned to write this for Valentine’s Day, but I’m obviously a bit late. Still, it’s in the same verse as the last Valentine’s piece I did for ZoNa, and the smut is even fluffier and sweeter, so I hope you guys enjoy it.
Title: An Imperfect Anniversary Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Nami Genre: Romance/ AU Rating: MA (explicit sexual content) Word Count: 3965 Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or the characters, they belong to Eiichiro Oda.
It’s been two and a half years that I’ve been playing Izzy now. When I first made her as a little side blog I never thought I’d have met so many wonderful people. Everyone I roleplay with and talk to on here is lovely and it always cheers me up to come onto tumblr and interact with you all.
As a side note, there’s lot of people who are deleted, inactive, changed their blog name, or that I’ve lost contact with. I am also super forgetful. SO, if I didn’t mention you here and we’ve role played before this is my shout out to you READING THIS personally. I love and appreciate all the effort and time you have put into roleplaying with me and helping me develop my muse.
This is really long so it’s going under a read more.
Since I don’t have a lot of options on things to do after work, I decided to start relearning the guitar. I picked a slower song that I really like called Navy Blue by The Story So Far to start with. This is only the intro piece and I think the first verse bit. You have to start somewhere lol.
5sos Preference: You Catch Him Singing in the Shower
Yay, I got this one posted tonight! I’ll probably post two or three tomorrow, so yeah. I hope you guys like this one!
Calum: “Callllllum?” You couldn’t seem to find Calum, but you could hear him singing. You needed help carrying in the groceries. “BUT I WONDER WHERE WERE YOU, WHEN I WAS AT MY WORST, DOWN ON MY KNNNNEEEEES, AND YOU SAID YOU HAD MY BACK” you heard “Maps” by Maroon 5 being sung and you followed the voice, only to find Calum “performing” in your glass shower. He danced around, his body covered in soapy bubbles, singing into the bottle of shampoo. His hair flopped around, wet, on his face. He was head-banging and dancing, you watched silently. You laughed quiet enough to the fact where you knew he couldn’t hear you. The song ended and he opened his eyes, you tried to run out of his line of vision but he saw you before you were able to get away. He quickly rinsed off, and jumped out of the shower. You screamed in delight terror as he chased after you, butt naked. “Y/N!!! Were you watching me in the shower?” You giggled, “Maybe, but you don’t have proof of that.” You stood on one side of the kitchen island as he stood on the other. He would lean towards one side, and you’d lean towards the other. You eventually ran, unfortunately not fast enough. Calum picked you up from behind and laughed. You smiled down at him, “Your butt looks cute when you dance. It like flexes and stuff,” you giggled and he playfully glared.
Michael: “Michael? Are you ready to go? The party starts in half an hour.” You walked around the house, constantly fixing your hair, earrings, and dress. You walked into your bathroom in order to fix some of the curls in your hair. Michael was singing in the shower, as per usual. “Michael, hurry up, we’re going to be late.” It was obvious that he couldn’t hear you, mainly because he didn’t respond but the music was also blaring. “I DON’T WANNA BE AN AMERICAN IDIOT!” He scream sang. You opened up the shower curtain and saw a Greek god stand before you. His pale skin had water running down his thin and snuggable frame, the water droplets acting as the color of pearls. The dew drops highlighted his every feature, starting at the V of his torso and up across his collarbones. His red hair was plastered to his forehead and made him look so desirable. You were staring now and he had finally opened his eyes and had seen you, he screamed in a high voice and almost fell in the shower. “Jesus Christ, you scared me.” You laughed at him, “You need to get ready quicker, the party starts in twenty minutes and you’re not even out of the shower yet.” He smiled and turned off the water, stepping out, “I’m out now.” He could be such a smart ass sometimes.
Ashton: “We have to be really quiet so Ashton doesn’t notice I walk in,” you told the fans. Ever since you had started dating Ashton, you tried to get along with the fans. Right now you were in the middle of a Twit Cam and you had told all of the fans that Ash was in the shower and that he always sang and danced. All of the band’s fans were begging to see him, or at least listen. You laughed and agreed after a lot of begging. You crept into the bathroom slowly, making sure the door didn’t creak and that you weren’t too loud. “DANCING IN THE MIRROR AND SINGING IN THE SHOWER! LA DA DE LA DA DA LA DA DA. WE’RE SINGING IN THE SHOWER.” He sang loudly to the radio playing in the bathroom. The shower was done in the bottom half being tile and the upper half being glass. You only showed the upper half, because below was being saved for your eyes only. He was dancing in a skipping/frolicking way, you giggled loud enough so by accident he heard you. “Y/N, what are you doing?” You were laughing too hard to respond to him as you ran out of the bathroom. “You’re lucky I love the fans because I am in a ton of trouble with Ash now,” you laughed. “It’ll be okay, don’t worry,” you told them. “Y/N!” Ashton called from the shower. “Whoops! Gotta go!” You ended the cam quickly and headed to Ash in the bathroom.
Luke: “MY ANACONDA DON’T, MY ANACONDA DON’T, MY ANACONDA DON’T WANT NONE UNLESS YOU GOT BUNS HUN!” Luke screamed along in the shower, ever since you had shown him the Anaconda video, you always found him singing the Sir Mix-A-Lot part to himself, and even sometimes saying bits and pieces of Nicki Minaj’s verses. You walked into the bathroom, only to find a hip thrusting and half twerking Luke. “What are you doing?” You laughed at him. He instantly awoke from his shower concert performance, blushing hard across his entire face and body. He started to shampoo his hair, hiding his face in embarrassment. “No! Don’t stop! I liked your dancing!” You giggled, only able to hear Don’t Stop by 5 Seconds of Summer in your head now. “In fact, DON’T STOOOOP DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING, CAUSE EVERY TIME YOU WALK IN THE ROOM YOU GOT ALL EYES ON YOU AND YOU KNOW IT KNOW IT KNOW IT!” You had grabbed the hairbrush next to the sink and began to sing and dance with him. He smiled and laughed, sometimes he just needed some reassurance that he was cute and hot at the same time.
It was another usual day at school. The same routine, just like always. This day didn’t feel any more special than any other, so I went about my day as normal. I walked down the hallways of the school I dreaded so much, and headed towards my locker. It was passing time so everyone was scampering about making their way to their next class. I opened up my locker, grabbed the things I needed, then headed off.
“Hey (Y/N)! You look happy today.” My best friend (Y/F/N) said sarcastically.
“Ha ha.” I returned the sarcasm. “When am I ever happy?”
“True.” (Y/F/N) said laughing. We walked on to our next class together.
“Hey Styles my man!” I heard one of the jocks say.
“Hey man!” My heart jumped. It was no other than, the most talked about guy in school, Harry Styles. He did his “bro hand shake” with the guy he was talking to then turned his face towards my direction, making eye contact with me. I immediately looked away, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks.
“Fuck. Keep walking.” I said to my friend. I picked up the pace and looked at the ground the entire time until we turned to a different hallway.
“You always get so antsy around him! It’s so funny to watch.” (Y/F/N) said with a teasing smile on her face.
“Shut up. I hate you.” I had no idea why that boy made me feel that way every time I saw him, it was just something about him. He’s so intimidating all the time, there’s no way anyone out of his league could ever approach him, that’s why I never did.
The final class of the day came around; music. Today was a free day, so I just sat and played the piano the entire time in a separate room away from all the chaos. The final bell had already rang, but I stayed put playing away to my favorite song, softly singing the lyrics as well.
I walked down the hall to my locker to grab my stuff so I could just get out of here already. My math teacher had me stay a couple minutes after to give me the talk of “You need to focus more in class” and yadda yadda. I walked past multiple sets of hallways but stopped when I heard someone playing in the music room. I walked down the hall and looked through the glass of the room and saw a familiar face playing away on the piano. It was (Y/N). I saw her face many times throughout the day, every day. We have a couple classes together, but not much. Why haven’t I seen her in this class before? I have the same music class, but just a period before hers.
Her singing was quiet and soft, but had a nice tone to it. I heard footsteps from behind me and they suddenly stopped. I turned around to look behind me and saw another girl, a friend of hers. I usually saw them two together in the halls every day.
“She can sing? And play?” I asked, trying to break the ice.
“Oh yeah. Once she gets going she never shuts up.” The friend said. I looked through the glass to look at her again.
“I didn’t know (Y/N) was so talented.” I said turning back to her friend.
“Wait you know her?” The friend seemed a little surprised and shocked. All I did was smile slightly and walked away and out of the school for the day.
I was in the middle of playing when someone came barging in, (Y/F/N).
“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!” She yelled.
“What? Chill out!” You laughed at her sudden hyper mood.
“You will never guess who was just here watching you play. He was literally, oh my god I can’t even believe it. And he knew your name and he was, holy shit.”
She kept rambling on and on, making me more anxious just to know who it was.
“Are you gonna tell me or are you just gonna stand there like a-“
“It was Harry Styles!”
“Harry Styles saw me geeking out?” My anxiety level shot through the roof. “Dude you were not geeking out you were totally killing it. And he was into it!”
She was definitely more excited than I was at the moment.
“And you said he knew my name? He actually knows who I am? Holy shit no one knows who I am.” My voice seemed to get louder.
“Yeah he knew who you were and he was just standing there. The most popular and sexiest dude at our school was watching you blissing out for who knows how long.”
“Did you just call him sexy?” I said, completely ignoring everything else she said.
“Well, I mean, have you seen him?”
“Shut up. Let’s just go home.” I said, grabbing my bag and heading for the door.
“Hey did you know he’s in my music class? He’s a total angel when it comes to singing.” (Y/F/N) went on.
“He can sing?” I asked. I had no clue the most popular guy in school was good at something other than making every female drool over him.
“Yeah I’ve heard him in the practice room a couple times..” She paused and suddenly gasped. “What if you two get to know each other more then you two sing together?! How cute would that be? Ah, I can see it now. (Y/N) and Harry, the musical couple of (Your School’s Name).”
“Okay, now you’re just being weird. There’s no way in hell he and I will ever get to know each other, let alone, be a couple.”
“Hey (Y/N).” I heard an unfamiliar voice call out. I furrowed my eye brows and looked away from my locker and in the direction the voice came from.
“Well shit.” I felt my heart pick up its pace as the curly-headed boy made his way towards me. “Fuck, (Y/N) don’t mess this up.”
“I’m Harry.” His lips looked insanely soft and smooth.
“I kno-.. Uh hi.” I could literally feel the awkward radiating off of me.
“Hey, you’re in music 101 right? Seventh period?” He asked. I was in so much shock right now I could barely process what he was saying.
“Well that big project coming up, where we have to write a song, yeah um the teacher said it was cool if we could work with people from other classes. And I was wondering if uh you wanted..”
“You want me to collab with you? Are you sure?” I finished his question for him.
“I mean only if you want to.” He seemed totally hesitant now.
“Oh wow.. I’d love to yeah!” I didn’t really know what else to say.
“Oh sweet!” He seemed relieved. “You wanna start working on it today? My place? I can.. maybe text you?” He was very insistent on making sure I was okay with everything. It was kinda cute seeing him all nervous and goofy. Then again.. Why was he acting this way?
“Sure that sounds awesome.” I smiled up at him.
“Cool! Uh.. here’s my number. See you tonight!” He smiled, walking away.
“Holy fuck.” I whispered to myself.
“I don’t know if I can do it.” I said over the phone to (Y/F/N).
“(Y/N) if you don’t text him I will literally come over there and force your thumbs to do it.” She threatened.
“I’d actually be fine with that cause I don’t wanna do it.”
“It’s not rocket science! Just click on his name and send him the message of ‘Hey it’s (Y/N) what’s your address and what time do you want me to come?’ simple as that.”
“Well I’m not like you! You’re outgoing and all, and I’m all shy. You know I’m no good at this.” I whined.
“Bye (Y/N)” She lingered on.
“Oh yeah so much for being there for me in my time of need.” I said, but all I heard was a dead line.
After nearly ten minutes of contemplating I decided to plan my deportation to Africa and to never return. After having my parents yell at me for being “unreasonable” I actually had to face reality and just text him.
After sending the text and realizing I had three typos, one of them being thong instead of time, I made the decision that this is officially the end and that I really should move to Africa.
Harry was actually very sweet and ignored the typos completely telling me to come to his house as soon as possible. I was so close to getting out of the house without my parents asking me where I was going, but that dream set sail.
“I’m just going to my friend’s house to work on a project for school.”
“But who?” My mom insisted.
“Harry?! You mean that boy you and (Y/F/N) always talk about? Oh my gosh, you two always say how cute he is! (Y/D/N)! Come here our little girl is going to a boy’s house.”
“Really?!” I heard my dad say.
“Okay I’m leaving.” I said under my breath. They seemed to not care and kept rambling on about how this is such a big moment in history.
I arrived at Harry’s house and then did some more contemplating on whether or not I should go up to the front door.
“Dammit (Y/N) be a man.” I got out of my car and went up to the door. I was about to knock, but the door swung open.
“You must be (Y/N)! I’m Anne. Harry’s said so much about you!” A nice woman with dark brown hair said. I saw Harry coming down the stairs quite quickly.
“Alright that’s enough of that mum. C’mon (Y/N).” Harry insisted.
“Nice to meet you!” I said politely.
“You too sweetheart!” Harry and I walked up the stairs to, what I assumed was, his room.
“Your mom seems really nice.” I said to Harry as I entered his room.
“So she tells me.” Harry laughed.
After almost two hours of trying to come up with a melody for the first verse, we literally had nothing. We had bits and pieces, but had no idea how to bring it all together.
“Okay what if for one of the lines we say ‘All I want is you in my life’ and-“ I said, but Harry cut me off.
“You know what I find really cool?” Harry asked.
“You’re totally quiet and shy at school, but when it comes to music you totally open up and seem like a whole new person. It’s really cool. I like it.” He genuinely smiled at me. “Why don’t we take a break for a while and just talk.” “Can I say something?” I asked.
“You.. you’re this big hot shot at school, everyone knows who you are, all the girls go weak at the knees every time they see you, but you’re such a genuine guy when you’re not around all that.”
“I don’t know why. Maybe it’s you.” He said with a smirk.
“Yeah okay.” I said sarcastically.
“But seriously. From that first day I saw you playing I knew I had to get to know you more.” He scooted closer to me.
“Don’t get all sappy on me now.” I paused. “Why me?” I asked, suddenly changing the mood.
“What?” Harry seemed taken back.
“Why do you want to get to know me? I’m just.. me.”
“You see that’s exactly why. Because you’re you. That’s why I want to get to know you.”
“Why do I have a feeling you’re about to spin my entire life around?”
“Because ‘All I want is you in my life’” Harry smiled cheekily, knowing exactly what he did.
and in case any of you noticed, this was inspired by the move ‘If I Stay’ :))
and I’m accepting requests because I’ve missed doing this so if any of y’all want an imagine with a 1D or 5sos boy just request it here