#Brook writes

[thoughtkick]

Getting over it doesn’t mean forgetting it. It just means reducing the pain to a tolerable level, a level that doesn’t destroy you.

Kevin Brooks

[kookoofufu]

I love Oda but man is INSANE for not making the timeskip more relevant to the straw hats outside of power ups

Brook: Literally a rockstar??? There should have been a running gag where people ask Brook for his autograph at every island they visit! It would be so funny if some villains were starstruck fans trying to keep it together during a fight!

Sanji: It would have been great if the newkama recipes came up more than once. There could have been a gag where Sanji stops in the middle of a battle to literally cook a power up for the crew. Imagine this man dicing onions in Onigashima, force-feeding Zoro a stew during his fight with King

Robin: She worked under Dragon for two years, met Sabo and Koala and maybe Ivankov, she probably knows the Army's entire plan to take down the gov and yet it never comes up! Does she know about Kuma? Nika? The five elders? Does she secretly communicate with the Rev Army????

Zoro: I love the idea of Perona teaching Zoro about fashion. It wouldn't have plot relevance but imagine him busting out some fashion tips out of nowhere every so often.

I'd love to hear more ideas, the missed opportunities here haunt me.

Edit: link to ongoing collection of headcanons since some people only see the first four ideas

[miss-multifandom-mess]

Why am I a mistake?

Why must I be a people pleaser?

Why must I be treated and taught like I don’t need happiness?

I wish and wish that someday I’ll get out, but when will that be? All I’m left with are my fantasies of living on my own. I have issues that need addressing, but no one around to help. There’s still a lot of things I don’t know about; a lot I don’t understand because I never had the right help. I say I don’t need therapy, but who is there other than a stranger?

I push people away because I feel like I annoy them—I’m the problem. I will always be the problem in other people’s lives, because I just ruin everything that’s good.

I’m not allowed outside much because of how introverted I am. I can’t even keep the friends I once had.

All I want is to be seen. All I want is some help. But all I do is push away, because that’s all I’ll ever be good at.

I love romantic comedies so much because I am a hopeless romantic. I crave for stories that I see in the movies, hoping that one day I could live one of my own. I want someone who will love me for me; someone who I can love without limits. And yet….

I’m full of emotion, yet I feel dead—one moment my heart is full of love; the next I’m a sociopath. So many emotions are always wanting to spill out no matter what. I bottle things up inside; when my tears start flowing, I’m seen as too emotional.

When does this cycle ever end?

Will I ever be saved from myself if I continue like this?

Where can I go from here?

[bblairxe]

hear me out on this

sucking on sub!abby's nipples. or dom abby.

i just wanna suck on her tits 😕

abby anderson anon req, mdni 18+

you and abby are having your nightly make out sesh, both in bras and undies. the room is illuminated with fairy lights, the aroma of vanilla is floating through the air, and whatever movie the two of you were watching was long forgotten about. abby pulls you into her lap, now straddling her.

your kisses begin to trail lower to her neck while your hand was massaging her abs. she lets out a small moan and it makes you smile against her neck. each kiss you place becomes slightly longer and more intense than the last. abby’s breathing grows heavier, her hands gripping your waist as if anchoring herself to you. her voice is low and husky when she murmurs, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

you chuckle softly, lips still brushing against her neck as your hand trails upward, gently cupping her chest. her breath hitches, and a louder whimper escapes her lips. “sensitive, are we, baby?” you murmur teasingly, your fingers kneading her softly through the fabric. her cheeks flush a deeper red, and she tilts her head back slightly, granting you better access to her neck.

except you don’t take offer, moving your lips farther down instead until they reach her chest. before you go any further you come up to her ear. your lips grazing it slightly, “can i take this off, love?” abby nods eagerly, giving you the green light.

you make quick work of removing her bra and latch your lips onto her nipple. abby completely arches into your touch as she begins to move your hips back and forth. the friction sends jolts of pleasure through you, pulling moans out of you that you can’t suppress. for a moment your composure slips, your dominance faltering as you get caught up in the way her toned thigh feels against you.

you can’t let that happen though, you wanted to take care of abby tonight. your hand snakes down between her legs, pressing against her boxers. her breath stutters as she jerks her hips into your hand. you come up to look at her and you lose it. you love it when she looks like this, submission slowly starting to take over as she looks at you with those big blue eyes.

you start circling her clothed clit and she’s soaking wet, poor baby :(. “sweetheart i can feel you through your boxers.” you mutter, a smile tugging at your lips. she lets out another loud whine before you go back down to making out with her nipples.

“feels so good baby, a—aah! please jus’ fuck me. need you so bad baby soso ohhfuck!”

your smirk grows as you keep circling her clothed clit, applying just enough pressure to keep her squirming beneath you. “patience, sweetheart,” you whisper against her skin, your voice dripping with amusement. “i’m taking care of you tonight, remember?”

her head tilts back, a string of needy moans spilling from her lips as her hips buck helplessly against your hand. you take in the sight of her—flushed cheeks, parted lips, and those wide, desperate blue eyes that make your heart race.

“all of this and i haven’t even touched you properly yet? how adorable.” you whisper before, diving your fingers into her boxers. feeling how soaked she is for you.

[chrispypapas]

im having car trouble so. mechanic au.

[badly-drawn-doflamingo]

Brook’s Past, Military and Everything Between [ An Essay kinda ]

Brook’s past is not a thing many people seem to mention or think about, at least in full, however it’s something that's plagued me. Not only as a Brook fan, but simply out of the odd implications it has towards the future, if any. Oda’s planted too many seeds for it to utterly be nothing; there’s so much odd and seemingly out of place comments and facts stated by Brook and others towards this missing history. However, knowing that the show is beginning to near it’s end, due to time, I am unsure of what exactly will be done.

I believe however, for folks' interest and so we can have everything in one place, that compiling everything found so far can be beneficial, so, I have.

Starting with what we know for sure, Brook is from the West Blue, born 90 years ago to a certain kingdom, the same kingdom he was a military convoy leader from. We know this due to a few factors, however it’s still open to debate if it *is* the same kingdom, however seeing as he was shown as a child to already know what fencing is, practicing moves with his bow, I am just going to say he probably was. In any case, other things worth noting, on the topic of childhood, is that Brook seems to have had money. At least, stability.

Compared to a lot of the other strawhats, Brook is shown dressing very nice. No tatters, no tears, shined shoes and a full violin and bow. He also, as already stated, seemed to be exposed to fencing enough to mirror the moves. If this comes from his kingdom, it means he was exposed to it at a young age. Knowing that he was a military convoy leader, this could be taken that perhaps there were military demonstrations, perhaps the kid saw castle guard or other displays; it’s really up in the air.

We know Brook, again as stated before, became a military convoy leader. Now, the definition of what exactly that means can differ.

Wikipedia states; A convoy is a group of vehicles, typically motor vehicles or ships, traveling together for mutual support and protection. Often, a convoy is organized with armed defensive support and can help maintain cohesion within a unit. It may also be used in a non-military sense, for example when driving through remote areas.

This could mean Brook’s job could’ve been accompanying ships for protection, being a knight for his King, mediating information and goods that come in and out of the kingdom. This would make sense on why his speed was needed, a 9.2 ft man being a great choice for a leader.

His weapon also would make sense for this kind of mission, perhaps secrecy being important or at least the ability to be discreet. His cane sword, a ‘Shikomizue’, is not unique however to just him in the show, one other man using one that has been confirmed so far, that being Fujitora. The pair also share a sea, the west, and both utilize iaijutsu (quick draw techniques.) Fujitora blinded himself with said sword because of something apparently so cruel and inhumane that he rather not see anguish. This may be related to Brook’s departure from his kingdom, which is addressed later in this essay. (Fig 3-5.)

Another thing that’s worth mentioning here is Brook’s attack patterns, being unique even for his kingdom apparently. Once again, during the Ryuma fight, Brook states, and I quote;

“Ryuma: “Now tell me, what part of that wretched excuse for a body would you like me to severe with my special ‘Arrow Notch Slash?’ Brook: You don’t know a thing about that move, so do not use it’s name. I use to serve in my kingdom’s raider squad. The quick draw attack that I was most skilled at was ��Requiem Lebanderole’. My comrades-in-arms renamed it in regards to my fighting technique.”

(Fig. 1, Brook explains his raider squad and move names. A banderole mind you is a long flag for BATTLE crusades. )

This sets up a few interesting facts. 1. Brook was in a raider squad, a kingdom’s group of marauders, as well as if not the same job as convoy leader. 

2. His techniques were unique to him, or at least specialized to a degree of having a nickname. 3. As expected, he seems to have been close to these men he commanded, adding another layer over Brook loosing the Rumbars.

Being in both a raider squad and being a convoy leader at one point, if not the same point, implies either Brook was simply versatile, acting in both in separate years or periods. Or, the most likely, that he was higher ranking than expected, making him a CO, or commanding officer. (Lieutenant Colonel is another equal rank for scale, making Brook just below a Major.) This makes him quite the important figure, especially for a kingdom that seems to value its military so much, so much so that a child of Brook’s age would already know about their style of fencing, as expressed already. Brook’s devil fruit is worth mentioning here, the revive-revive fruit not likely to be found by a crew like the Rumbars. It is spoken about as if he has always had it amongst the crew, being a fact of life. However, when did he get that fruit and why? I propose where it would be useful; in combat. If your military convoy leader, your best swordsman could be shot and come right back to protect the king, would he not be utterly invaluable? You would never let him leave… But he DID leave. It’s not said why, however we have some extra tidbits of information that may tell us why, and that ALSO may tell us the answer to what kingdom he means.

( Fig. 2. Brook states his leaving of the military for unknown reasoning, the word certain being used in an odd way, establishing his bounty.) This bounty mind you all is in fact, using inflation method, 297,000,000 berries. That is a MASSIVE bounty for just a pirate. Perhaps a certain blond stole a treasure a kingdom could not replace; their convoy leader. Lets rewind for a moment and cover something that may be seen as off topic however I will come right back to the subject at hand; Calico Yorki. Yorki is an odd bird, pirate wise. He makes his crew read his bounties and information, is never shown to play an instrument/sing but makes his crew preform/they all do, and makes Brook make him dinner. (Steak, and Brook continues to be able to make it as confirmed by an SBS.) What is oddest yet, other than his large crew and shirtless habits, is his nature. A man that set to sea to play music for “orphans and crying children” as stated by himself; a crew made for “any men who love music.” Now, I could be reading into this too hard, however from his speech patterns, to this apparent need for a large family, it seems that singing to orphans may be a very personal goal. An orphan turned pirate perhaps, with lofty dreams and a heart of gold, it reads to me that Yorki may have been just that. Knowing this, orphan or not, we now can compare these facts to Brook’s life up until their meeting. A child who probably grew up being taught to fight, being around access to education, expenses and the kingdom’s training. Why would a man like Brook ever join a man like Yorki, and if it’s only music, would that not make Brook a deserter? I do not think that is the case. I will now bring forward some interesting evidence regarding Brook’s kingdom and WHY he would leave. Germa 66. During Zou to Whole Cake, a few mentions of Germa are made with Brook around, garnering interesting reactions indeed.

( Fig. 3. Brook listens but chooses not to add anything utter than silence, his music pausing as well.) This silence could be take as simple ignorance, however Brook later admits he knows of the kingdom, in fact, he knows a lot. A lot more than anyone else did, Reiju admitting interest in his knowledge and once again, Brook brushes it off.

(Fig 4, 5, Brook speaks about Germa 66.) He seems to underplay or simply not elaborate a LOT on his kingdom, as if something happened. Perhaps joining Yorki was not out of simple cowardice or need to be free, (which again if he did would both reflect poorly upon his entire character and not be in character for him what so ever,) but in fact, out of necessity. It could have been Germa 66, it could have been some other grouping, however I believe this will come to be something important. The kingdom possibilities are interesting as well, and I will list the following LIKELY possibilities. (Other options are known to not be military, like Ohara, or literally places like Thriller Bark itself.) - Toroa - God Valley - Illsia Kingdom - Soja Kingdom The most likely candidates, because again, it is labeled as certain kingdom (Fig 2.) is Toroa or Soja, however I will personally lean into Toroa. This is because of a man by the named of Byron.

(Fig 6. Byron and his information.) His nose and face shape vaguely resemble Brook, however honestly that is a stretch. What is NOT however is his familiar attire, family line and the placement of his kingdom. This could easily be Brook’s home, however again, this is just speculation. Brook very well could belong to God’s Valley, or the same kingdom as Issoh, fleeing because of something he did not agree with or literally could not stand any longer. But, that falls under possibility, not fact. This concludes the facts section, now comes the final question; What does it mean for the story? And, honestly, that can be debated. What Oda has done is plant odd seeds of information about the man, similar to Sanji and his ties to Vinsmoke, that have not been addressed nor talked about in full, or so I’ve found sufficiently. These seeds MAY bloom into what I hope will be a tie into some huge reveal, perhaps aid from a past member of his convoy or kingdom, or perhaps this will only spark conflict. Perhaps it will be minute, Brook being able to aid due to his knowledge, the man already in Thriller Bark showing his prowess by being able to command the strawhats into defeating zombies via salt and tactic. In any case, we can only hope these things mean anything, tied into some huge story that could explain why a man like him would quit for a redneck like Yorki, other than perhaps love, and what kingdom would let a man like him go willingly.

Updates:

- Confirmation that he’s educated! Perhaps in military or just as a whole, but confirmation nonetheless!

- I realize the reason he’s so confident with Big Mom isn’t just guts; he’s fought for royalty before. He’s just back in the fucking building again /j

- Sabaody behaviors, a convoy leader

CHECK REBLOG FOR PART TWO!!

[ PLEASE ^^ It contains the rest of his information! ]

[resqectable]

Just because you can feel another person’s emotions doesn’t make you responsible for them.

Sarah Brooke

[perfectquote]

Sometimes you find your path, sometimes it finds you.

Max Brooks

[love-marimo]

The Strawhats x Model!Reader (Modern AU)

Lolita's Note: these are really short. just a few (some are platonic and some are romantic) headcanons for the strawhats with a model (gender neutral) reader! a bit of suggestive stuff (mostly crack) on sanji, zoro and brook's. enjoy ♡

cw: mentions of smoking and drinking.

Franky

he's going to be SUUUUUPER supportive about your career.

i imagine him to be a mechanic/engineer in the modern au so your pairing is definitely unconventional

will develop an app that detects nearby castings when you're on the go.

and if he can sit somewhere in the audience during one of your shows, he's gonna put up a sign that says something like "I LOVE YOU MY SUPER HOT PARTNER"

will might get kicked out for obnoxiously cheering for you.

Usopp

he'll definitely think you're cool and will brag about you a lot to his peers.

so much so that he'll make up lies like you're also secretly the designer, or you're the highest paid model (even if you aren't).

he gets so mesmerized when he sees you walk in those pretty clothes and he will definitely take photos of you.

like a lot

will run a secret fan account that you will never find out and he'll brag about you lots on there.

Robin

this woman has connections. a LOT of it. she's the most likely out of all the strawhats to sit front row because of how many people she knows and she's affiliated with.

you both follow each other on instagram and people love to see what you two post. you're definitely a power couple, both online and offline.

your stories and feed will scream quiet luxury and glamour, and everyone is here for it.

she'll help you grow in your career and you might even rise to the top because of her.

she's like your manager and she'll do it for free just because she loves you so much.

Nami

you will be models together. period. no questions asked.

absolutely goes crazy during fashion week. she'll plan all your outfits a year ahead and she's very good at predicting trendy pieces in every. season.

will go with you to every casting and will not settle if the directors don't hire the both of you.

like robin, your online presence will scream power couple.

but the difference is you'll post a variety of things online.

one moment there's the baddest, coolest, and most amazing runway photos of you both and the next there is a video of you having the worst jet lag ever.

Jinbe (if he was human)

need a bouncer? say no more. he's got you covered.

this man will immediately know if there are sketchy people who pretend to do castings.

so you will go to him for advice about it especially when you're just starting out.

if you have an international gig, he'll pack you a lot of essentials (toiletries, medicine, staple clothes, you name it) and he'll be your personal body guard until you reach the airport.

make sure to send him photos, he'll definitely collect those and all the magazines that has you in it.

Luffy

do not bring him to an hour long fashion show, or his restless ass won't take it.

that said, he's also going to be very supportive even if he doesn't understand and relate to your kind of work.

he's the type to wait for your turn and then leave once he knows you're not gonna show up anymore.

will go 0o0 every time he sees you in designer clothing. and he will ask for a photo before you set out to stage.

he's so oblivious that there was one time where he innocently and confidently asked the designer themselves to take a photo of you.

you were definitely scared of being reprimanded and black listed.

luckily his child like charm lets the both of you get away with it.

Chopper (if he was human)

poor baby, he's going to be so confused.

he has no idea how the modeling industry works but he tries his best!!

will get lost in thought, admiring all the models (especially you) who wear the most unbelievable and extraordinary (to his eyes) pieces he's ever seen.

he's that little brother who claps and goes starry-eyed even if he doesn't know what's going on.

in his head he's like "cool cool cool cool!!!"

if he catches you smoking backstage he gets angry, and the other models will find that cute.

the thing is though, he's so well versed in medicine that he convinces all of you to stop smoking.

Sanji

oh boy.

this man is even worse than franky

he's not gonna scream or whistle or do loud things in a regular show (rtw or haute couture)

but! BUT

this man will get a sensory overload and will collapse.

do not invite him to a bikini/swimsuit show.

also runs a fan account about you and is SHAMELESS about it.

he will post the most out of pocket captions that you have to take his phone away for a week.

Zoro

this man is so fine that underwear and fitness companies want to hire him.

he is not interested. he'd rather see you model for a bikini/swimsuit calendar (which he'll definitely buy)

will also be your personal bodyguard. and he'll be secretly happy about it.

prefers to watch you model for photoshoots than walk the runway. he doesn't like waiting and he wants to focus on only you.

will be your personal errand boy and will take you out drinking after shows.

Brook (if he was still alive as a human)

this old man will either be the sound engineer, or the performer in one of your shows.

do not also take him to bikini/swimsuit shows or he will go around backstage reveling in all the panties he sees.

otherwise, he's pretty chill. he will socialize with other guests and talk about how pretty all the clothes are.

will also go to fashion week with you and get the attention of a lot of street photographers.

ー Lolita

[peanutbubba]

Strawhats with a physically affectionate reader

Gn!reader, drabble, pretty short, separate char x reader, fluffy, kinda shitty ngl

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Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy, who really likes it when he is touching, or his partner is touching him. He doesn’t care in what way it is, hand holding, piggybacking, so long as you both have physical contact.

Though his favorite affection by far is when you change his expressions, putting your hands on his face and making new silly looks for him. He adores the way you laugh while messing with his rubber face, everytime you smile or look concentrated while working on changing it he just gets mesmerized. He’s completely in love with you, please never leave him, he wants to become king of the pirates with you by his side.

Roranora Zoro

Zoro, who isn’t really bothered by physical affection. Like, he actively doesn’t care if you cling to him, so long as it’s not when he’s training, but at the same time he finds it so adorable.

You want to cling to him? Sure, just know he’s now going to fall asleep with you tight in his arms. There is no escaping, just fall asleep with him. You make his naps a million times better, your body pressed against his, sharing each other’s warmth. Definitely his favorite part of you loving to touch him.

Sanji Vinsmoke

Sanji, who absolutely LOVES the fact that you want to touch him of all people. Holding hands, using each other as pillows, him carrying you like you’re royalty, the whole 9 yards. He gets so upset when you have to let go of him because he has to cook, or you have to help one of the other crew members, always promises/makes you promise you’ll be right back.

His favorite affection of yours however is when you softly play with his hair, or gently hold/caress his face. It makes him feel so safe and loved, like he’s the specialist boy in the world to deserve someone like you. It’s also a pretty good way to get him to relax after a stressful night, or calm down when bad thoughts cloud his mind.

Nami

Nami, who is and isn’t bothered by it. A lot of the time she likes her personal space, but she also doesn’t mind that you’re in it too, depending on her mood.

If she’s too busy mapping or navigating then she’ll politely tell you that she doesn’t want you on her at the moment, but you can stick next to her. However, during nights you’re like her personal pillow, or when she’s really happy and excited she’s always throwing her hands over your shoulders.

Ussop

Ussop, who gets really flustered at the fact that you’re in his personal bubble, but he loves it.

Don't get the wrong idea when he suddenly goes quiet after feeling your hands wrap around him, he’s just trying to boot his brain back up. So long as you cling to him in a safe place, or while he’s not working on new projects then you’re both good. Please hang on to him, he loves the attention, he just doesn’t know how to react.

Nico Robin

Robin, who enjoys it most of the time, but also likes her personal space.

Go ahead and lay your head on her lap while she reads, she'll gently run one hand through your hair, or scratch your scalp. Go and place a hand on top of hers while chatting, she’ll thread your fingers together. So long as your affection doesn’t get in the way of anything, and is safe then she enjoys it.

Franky

Franky, who also loves physical touch, perhaps just a little less than words of affirmation.

Though, he knows it’s not very fun to cuddle a cyborg, so it’s mostly hand holding, or rides on his shoulders and back to make you feel tall. Overall, he tries to be very accommodating to your comfort while you touch him.

Brook

Brook, who is a sucker for touching you. All day everyday, 24/7, just perhaps when he’s not playing his instruments.

But, he very much likes to hug/hold you, it reminds him that you’re alive and in fact here. You warm flesh against his cool bones, it brings out a nervous beat in his heart. Though… he doesn’t really have a heart being a skeleton. Anyways, also tries to be accommodating because cuddling a literal skeleton is not the most comfortable thing in the world.

Jinbe

Jinbe, who likes it, but also thinks it’s kind of unconventional. You’re obviously much smaller than him, so it’s kind of hard to making things like physical affection work, but if there’s a will there’s a way.

Hold on to his clothes while he’s tending to the helm, he finds it very pleasing, and it relaxes him a lot. Or, hold his webbed hand in your smaller one, he adores it. Alternatively, sleep on top of him at night, it’s a great comfort to him, and probably one of the only times he can give you the most affection.

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Hope you enjoyed, Peas out!

[thehopefulquotes]

Sometimes you find your path, sometimes it finds you.

Max Brooks

[thoughtkick]

Just because you can feel another person’s emotions doesn’t make you responsible for them.

Sarah Brooke

[ghastlyfilters]

random lost boys headcanons that i constantly think about!!

pairing(s): none!

warning(s): mentions of weed, religion, paul being a dirty little shit when it comes down to magazines

(here’s some random headcanons no one asked for but i literally think about these all the time and can’t get them out of my head. and yes, i know some bands and music artists mentioned in this were in their prime after the lost boys was set. but fuck it there’s no need to put dates on things when it’s all just for the sake of fictional writing. ALSO BONUS POINTS TO ANYONE WHO GETS THE OG BRANDON ROGERS REFERENCE IN THIS)

gifs not mine!! (if you know the original owner please tag them!!)

DAVID

• This man smokes like ten packs of cigarettes per day.

Think of a mukbang video but instead it’s just David smoking a shit ton of cigarettes packs.

Max has came to the conclusion that if David were not a vampire, he would in fact be a cancer patient.

• Him bullying someone is just his poor attempts at flirting.

• Makes multiple attempts at destroying Christmas decorations in every store he goes to during winter. When an employee looks in his direction upon hearing the crashing sound of tree baubles, he stares at them with that icy glare, looking personally offended that the employee is giving him the “Did you just do that..” look.

He’s a dumb shit that couldn’t care less what anyone else sees him doing. The employee could literally catch him smacking a glittery bauble off their mini Christmas tree with the back of his hand and he’ll glance over at them, blinking repeatedly.

“It was an accident.”

He’ll even turn to his mind control, allowing the employee to believe it was either Paul or Marko. It usually ends up being Marko, and he’s standing there biting the cuff of his jacket whilst getting the shittiest lecture from the store manager. Turns out poor Marko actually loves the place’s Christmas decorations.. despite being a bloodsucker that should resent anything to do with Christ. He just likes sparkly things.. ☹️

• David is so blunt to anyone who calls him self centred. He ain’t phased in the slightest bit by it. Marko’s said it on multiple occasions after an argument broke out between them all in the cave, and everyone was throwing digs. But the boys know David’s the most brutally honest being they’ve ever encountered.

“Who else am I supposed to be centred on?”

• He’s always dreamed of owning a black cat named Salem, but he knows the cat either won’t take to him being a vampire or the boys might accidentally forget it’s around and do something stupid.

(He really just wants one to sit on his lap whilst he’s in his wheelchair acting like Don fucking Corleone)

• Went through an identity crisis and forced himself to try and look like Billy Idol for a week. (That week turned into years)

• Dwayne’s still trying to convince him that bleaching his hair was a bad decision after a clump of it FELL OUT.

• If there’s ever a child crying on the boardwalk, David’s usually the reason they’re crying.

PAUL

• Is always the “C’mon everybody!!” person at the function. Yet when he runs off excitedly, no one follows.

• Never knows what to do in a chaotic situation because he’s that used to BEING the chaos.

• Cannot sit still for shit. He has to be fiddling with something or bouncing around the place like the madman he is.

• Paul’s a ride or die Mötley Crüe fan. He’s even lured some chicks on the boardwalk by playing Mötley on his boombox for them, feeding afterwards of course. (He’s the sneakiest little shit you’ll ever meet)

If he ever met a girl whom he fell for and eventually turned, his ideal date idea would be going on his motorcycle in the moonlit night and blasting “Kickstart My Heart” with his new partner riding along with him. He’s dreamt of it for years.

(Marko’s bound to third wheel though duh)

• He’s also got a thing for Alice In Chains, and he’s spent many drunk nights screaming the lyrics to “Bleed The Freak” outside the cave whilst meanwhile inside the boys sit in silence and are forced to listen to him.

• Paul barely sees girls with lip piercings but when he does holy fuck.

Just any kind of person who can pull off facial piercings is magical to him. Whether it be a few or a lot, he’s mesmerised by whatever kind of metal is in your face.

• Says “Pspsps..” to every kitty he sees on the boardwalk then screams the biggest “FUCK YOU!” if he witnesses the cat either pad over to someone else or look at him and run away.

• He’s always got a fucking rootbeer in his hand when he’s in the cave with the boys. Aside from blood, him and Marko live off of rootbeer. Ice. Cold. Rootbeer.

• Cherry Pie by Warrant is this man’s national anthem.

• Continuously has to find new weed dealers because if he has a bad argument with one of the boys, they’ll purposely hunt down his current dealer and drain every drop of blood from their body. This causes Paul to go apeshit because when he’s not out looking for prey or pissing people off on the boardwalk, you can bet his ass is in the cave stoned.

• On the topic of his severe weed habit, he’s not much of an edibles guy. He’d rather be sat on his ass smoking the fattest joint of his immortal existence and enjoying every minute of it. He’s occasionally gotten edibles for Marko, but Marko and gummies do not mix after the Frog Brothers started creeping around again.

• Has the biggest Playboy magazine stash that he hides underneath a pile of old denim and leather jackets in the cave. No one apart from Marko knows about them. Plus they’ve always been for.. special.. occasions..

Marko can’t help himself though and starts singing “In The Heat Of The Night” by Sandra when anyone innocently mentions magazines around Paul. This causes Paul to send his boot into Marko’s stomach whenever the boys are all assing around on the bridge, and he’s the first to fall.

“….. I’m telling David about your WET DREAMSSSSS.” Marko usually screams before disappearing into the fog below.

• Him and Marko don’t celebrate holidays unless it’s Halloween or Easter. They don’t give a fuck about the religious part when it comes down to Easter though. And if they wanted to, they couldn’t. They’re just there for the chocolate. They miss the taste of it. Paul will literally start fighting children during an Easter egg hunt on the boardwalk so he can get more for himself and Laddie.

(God help the children who push Laddie out of the way)

MARKO

• Goes into Claire’s Accessories and proceeds to tell the child who’s about to get their ears pierced how bad it should hurt.

(Also steals drip for himself because hello yes he does indeed fw a Sanrio earring set)

• He’s always the one who’ll make the most guttural moaning sounds if you’re on the phone to someone.

• Him and Paul are always found in the naughty section of Max’s video store.

• Whenever a fight breaks out on the boardwalk (that isn’t started by David or Paul for once) he doesn’t know what the fuck to do so he just starts screaming.

• Whenever one of the boys is hurt or sick (yes vampires get sick), Marko’s always the one who tends to them. He’s a massive over-thinker. David came down with something one time, and it was bad. Real bad. It was extremely rare, but it hit David like a freight train. Marko thought he walked in and found him in a state where he’d never wake up, so Max and the boys were left to deal with him bawling for the rest of the evening. Even David was confused when he awoke from his slumber.

• He has a bat plushie named Boris that Paul stole for him years ago. He gets caught chewing on the wings a lot but all in all he loves his Boris.

• Paul once traveled to LA and took him to one of those haunted house events for Halloween. They got kicked out and almost left their motorcycles because Marko starting punching multiple actors. It ended up in this big ass arguement because Paul swore for a moment he saw a glimpse of Marko’s fangs in the light and his eyes momentarily changed.

• The pigeons that flap around in the cave are like his pets. He’s down for just chilling with them and petting them if they let him.

Marko lowkey loves animals.

• He likes embracing his golden, curly locks. Aside from his fashion sense, he thinks his curls are really what gives him his image. He isn’t vain, but he does truly adore his little curls.

• Marko has such a soft spot for trad goths and their way of dressing. Whenever he sees one on the boardwalk, (which he hopes he will), he’s always fascinated by whatever outfit they have on. If they walk past him and the boys, he offers a shy smile. He wishes he could go start a conversation with them, but he thinks it’d be pretty dumb considering what his.. needs are. He doesn’t wanna kill people he thinks are cool.

DWAYNE

• Has the og resting bitch face.

• He wishes he could just stay silent and wonders why it’s not enough to just show up somewhere and have giant eyes.

• Dwayne used to get so many random people come up to him on the boardwalk and tell him how good he’d suit a black or brown eyeliner.

Since that day Dwayne has never forgotten those people and he always wears eyeliner inside and outside the cave.

• Major black coffee addict despite not even needing it.

• Whenever the likes of Paul and Marko actually try to engage in activities whilst on the boardwalk, some female will waltz up to Dwayne. Their approach and characteristics through their energy will allow him to of course decide what his next move is, but if it’s some yappy person who clearly has a horrible energy, Dwayne can be just as blunt as David is.

“How can I get to know you?”

…

“I don’t want to be known.”

And then he’ll walk away.

• This man is dedicated to leopard print. DEDICATED. In his mind him and the boys are living in some lavish mansion in 70s LA with leopard print plush sofas, leopard print pillows, leopard print bed sheets, literally everything leopard print.

If he had free rein to design the places he wanted to, he’d be ecstatic. (Literally all he wants is to turn Max’s house into a leopard print and cherry red museum.)

• When Dwayne actually smiles around people, it’s the sort of smile that can heal a thousand wounds. Like him coming out of his shell is the sweetest thing to witness.

• If the boys are off irritating the fuck out of people on the boardwalk instead of trying to find a good feed, Dwayne will occasionally sneak away and visit any sort of music store he can find. He could sit and yap to the people in there for days, and that’s really where he feels the most comfy around strangers. He loves talking to others about bands and artists like Judas Priest, Type O Negative, Rob Zombie, Pantera, Sisters of Mercy, Monster Magnet and Rammstein.

• The film The Crow ended up having a really special place in Dwayne’s heart. He loves playing little bits and pieces on his guitar for Laddie from Graeme Revell’s music from the soundtrack.

HII! if you have any lost boys requests send them in!! as you can tell, i really enjoy writing for all of them!! (i’ll write for honestly any lost boys character atp) <33

[bblairxe]

HEARTBREAKER | A.A

jock ! abby anderson x cheerleader ! reader — ch . 2

⋆·˚ ༘ * synopsis : at a chaotic college party, the you search for your friend caroline, only to end up babysitting a drunk abby anderson. after getting everyone home safely, a tense moment back at the dorms reveals cracks in abby’s confident attitude, leaving you somewhat sad and hurt.

warnings : alcohol consumption, intoxication, swearing, slight angst, flirting

wc: 3k

note: so sorry it took a week for chapter 2 to come out ! i honestly lost motivation but i picked it back up so here we areee. i hope you enjoy abby and the readers bickering towards each other. hopefully reader starts to come to term with her feelings and not push them down. but who knows! anyways reblogs and feedback are always appreciated :)

the music was booming, bleeding through the walls. whoever wanted a good nights rest tonight was certainly not getting one. the air smelt like cheap booze, sweat, and weed. you were very tempted to leave the party, nothing here really interested you. the whole reason why you went was because of caroline insisted you needed to “live a little” and “get out more.”

so here you were.

you didn’t even know who’s party this was and she probably didn’t either. you barely get to ask her before she says she’s going to run off to talk to some ‘hot babes.’ by the looks of it, you can tell it’s hosted by one of the football guys. considering the beer pong set up and the overly loud chanting crowd of jocks around it.

you sigh, leaning against the wall while you scanned the room. swishing your cup filled with what they call, hangover hurricane? nevertheless, you take a large gulp from it and throw your cup to the side. your gaze scanned the room until they settled on a familiar frame. tall, muscular, broad, blonde, and that unmistakable confidence.

who else would it be besides abby anderson.

of course she was here.

you don’t know why, but something about it keeps you watching. your stomach churns as you notice she’s laughing at something a girl said. and then you see it — the look in her eyes, one she doesn’t give to anyone else. the same look she had whenever she drove you home from the diner. you’re about to look away when she shifts her position, the neon lights now catching her face perfectly. that’s when you really see her. abby’s pressed against the couch, her hands tangled in the brunettes hair as their lips meet in a way that’s disgustingly lustful.

something about it makes a feeling bubble inside of you. it’s not jealousy — definitely not. it’s disgust. yeah, it has to be that. disgust.

pushing yourself off the wall, you decide you need to be anywhere but here. you now have a new focus: finding caroline.

you push through different crowds of people. stoners, party-goers, ones who will talk your ear off if you give them the time of day. in between each crowd, you ask one of them if they’ve seen caroline or know where she could be. they all give different stories though. some leading you forward and some leading you in circles. she really was a busy girl tonight, huh?

you started to feel yourself starting to get frustrated, the hunt for caroline seemed absolutely endless. you’re constantly pushing between people and ending up with the same useless answers. one even caused you to walk into two people doing the devils tango, yikes.

“looking a little lost, muñeca?”

you stop in your tracks and turn to face the voice. there he stood, leaning against the door frame you just went through. a smug smirk stretched across his face, no other than manny alvarez.

he had the kind of charm that seemed effortless, he used it for more good than not though. for example whenever him and owen got caught with booze in their dorm, he offered the RA a special night if she kept quiet. needless to say the amounts alcohol in their room only skyrocketed from there.

“oh come on don’t tell me you’re about to leave?” he teased.

“actually i’m looking for caroline, have you seen her?”

“ah, caroline,” he said, dragging out her name. “last time i seen her she was talking with some girl. she didn’t seem too happy though.”

you rolled your eyes, already knowing who she’s talking to. you then thank him and continue on with your journey.

“you know where i stay. i’m a good fuck!” he shouts out from behind before laughing to himself.

you ignore his remark and decide you should give yourself a 10 minute rest before going back to your mission. finding the doors to the backyard, you’re greeted with yet another smell of cheap booze, weed, and now chlorine. you sit down on a muddy patio, sighing until you hear someone calling your name in a sing - songy voice.

“caroline! oh my gosh, i have been on a scavenger hunt trying to find you.” you exclaim.

she comes stumbling towards you with a drunken smile across her face. her makeup is smudged, her hair is slightly disheveled, and her heels are nowhere to be found. “heyyy girl! i was catching up with dina!” caroline slurs, plopping down next to you.

you pull down her dress as it began to ride up “oh gosh, how did that go.” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

caroline gives you a sly look, one that says it all, before bursting into a fit of giggles. “let’s just say … we definitely kissed and made up.”

you roll her eyes at her comment before laughing along. “you really are something. but, uh, what about her and ellie.”

caroline waves her hand dismissively, her expression shifting to something vaguely serious. well, as serious as she can get in her state. “oh, she gave me the whole rundown,” she says, dragging out the words. “basically, when she went back to jackson for ellie, ellie was all like, ‘i need to finish this—it’s eating me alive and blah blah.’ and dina was like, ‘no, stay, please,’ but ellie wasn’t having any of it. she just up and left.”

she shrugs dramatically, before taking another sip of her drink. “and that’s how we ended up here.”

you nod before taking into realization, “wait so, doesn’t that mean you’re just a rebound for her?”

caroline’s eyes go wide and quickly turns to face you. “shit, wait! you’re so right dude,” she takes her head into her hands before loudly groaning, “why can’t i ever win!”

you give her a sympathetic smile and take her into your arms, patting her head as she complains in your arms. “i know caro, i know. how about we get you home, yeah?”

she nods weakly in your embrace before lifting her head up and patting her eyes. you stand up first then help her stand up, nearly falling over in the process. the two of you make your way back into the party until you realize, you have no car. in fact, abby was your only ride to the party. you groan at the thought of having to ask her to take you home knowing she’s probably busy eating some girls face off.

“hey caro, we gotta find abby so we can get you home.” you say, turning to face her. “i don’t wanna trail you around with me while you’re stumbling and everything so wait here, kay” you sit caroline down on the couch and give her your airpods so she can keep herself occupied.

you give caroline one last look to make sure she’s alright before leaving the area. “alright, now time to find anderson.”

you’ve found yourself yet again pushing through crowds until you come into the kitchen. you groan internally as you spot abby in the kitchen, her braid swinging wildly as she downs the last of the rainbow shots. the crowd around her erupts into cheers as she slams the glass down and throws her arms up like she just won a championship.

you don’t know what’s more embarrassing: the fact that this is the same girl who’s supposed to drive you home or the fact that part of you still cares enough to worry about her.

“abby, what the hell are you doing?” you hiss, grabbing her arm and dragging her away from the chaos.

“what’s it look like, mama? havin’ fun,” she slurs, spinning around in a ridiculous shimmy. before she can tumble over, you grab her shoulder to steady her, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

“fun? you’re supposed to be my ride home and now—“ you pause to look at her drenched, disheveled hair and the can of monster in her hand. “you poured monster on yourself?! are you serious?”

she hiccups and giggles, “needed a little shower, ain’t nothing wrong with that.”

you want nothing more than to jump off a 20 foot building and plummet to your death. instead, you’re here babysitting the ‘designated driver.’ you put your face in your hands before craning your neck to look back up at her, “keys. where are your keys, anderson?”

there’s a pause as if she sobered up for a spilt second. she blinks at you with no answer, and that’s when it hits you. she has no idea where the keys are.

pinching the bridge of your nose and attempting to contain every ounce of annoyance in your body, you take her hand and lead her to the couch where coralline is at.

“heyy, my shots,” abby pouts, with a huge frown on her face.

“you’ve had more than enough to drink tonight, and we have a bigger problem. getting a ride home.” you state clearly, your eyes switching back between the two of them.

“oh shit, it’s abby! what up anderson?” caroline exclaims.

“oh hey, do you know where my keys are? cause i don’t and big brain is gonna shit herself if she doesn’t find them.” abby snickers causing caroline to giggle along like a bunch of kids.

you throw a deadly glare while running a hand through your hair.

“abby, are you absolutely sure you do not have your keys on you?” you stare into her eyes, placing your hands on her knees.

“i dunno, you can pat me down and see if you find somethin’.”

“why the hell would— you know what, fine.”

“ooo look at you, you finally get to touch her muscles.” caroline winks and wiggles her brows. just like she did at the diner. “i remember when you were yapping all about it at the—“

you say her name and give her a look that could kill, immediately shutting her up. you look back up to abby who’s face is completely flushed and you hope it’s from the alcohol and not caroline’s mindless rambling.

you start at the cuff of abby’s tan cargo pants, not feeling much besides her defined calves. you quickly move upward before you get too distracted. your hands land on her thighs, and to make matters worse for yourself, you dig your hands into her pockets giving you a more detailed feel of her quads. your fingers brushed against her the thin layer of material, and you froze, feeling the heat radiating off her skin through the fabric. abby shifted slightly, and you glanced up — her eyes were half-lidded, watching you. smug, of course. always smug. it makes you wish she’s not enjoying this, but you know deep down she is.

luckily the moment doesn’t last long because you feel the distinct shape of a key fob in her pocket. you sigh of relief knowing you won’t have to be that close to abby again. though a part of you wishes you were.

you dangle the keys in front of their drunken faces, signaling it’s time to go. “all right, let’s get out of here before you guys make another dumb decision.”

caroline giggles, leaning heavily against you as you pull her up. “i’m full of great decisions,” she slurs.

you raise an eyebrow. “was dina a great decision?”

she’s silent for a moment, then shrugs and hums along to her music, clearly not interested in revisiting that conversation.

with caroline situated, you grab abby’s arm to help her up. she stumbles, nearly toppling into you—again. “seriously, anderson? you can bench, like, 250 pounds, but you can’t handle alcohol?” you mutter, adjusting her so she doesn’t faceplant.

abby smirks lazily. “different kind of strength, mama.”

your face heats up at the nickname but you brush it off by rolling your eyes. steering both her and caroline to the front door, leaving the overwhelming party behind. all you can think about is crawling into bed and pretending this night never happened.

“where’s your car, abby?” you ask, shivering slightly as the night breeze hits.

“uhhh… good question.” abby spins in a slow circle, her braid whipping around until her eyes land on her black toyota. “oh! there. told you i didn’t lose it.”

dragging the two of them across the yard feels like herding cats, but somehow you manage to get caroline in the backseat and abby in the passenger side. once you start the car, abby rests her head against the window, her gaze lingering on you.

“you’re so bossy, you know that?” she says, her voice soft and teasing.

“and you’re impossible,” you retort, keeping your eyes on the road. “sit there and be quiet until we get back.”

she doesn’t listen. “you care, though,” she murmurs, her words slurring slightly. “if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be this mad.”

your grip tightens on the steering wheel, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a reaction.

“you look pretty tonight, though,” she continues, scanning you with a slow, drunken once-over. “your hair, makeup, everything.”

you can’t help but let out a small laugh. “oh, a compliment from abby anderson? how rare. i’m honored.”

“don’t act like you don’t love it,” she says, wiggling her finger toward you. “i can hear those little nervous giggles.”

you glance at her briefly, catching the faint smirk tugging at her lips, before refocusing on the road. the tension lingers in the air, heavy but not entirely unwelcome.

a few minutes later, you pull up to caroline’s apartment. you reach back to tap her awake. “we’re here, caro. c’mon.”

caroline perks up, her usual bubbly energy returning despite her drunken state. “thanks, babe. text me when you get home, okay?” she waves goodbye as she stumbles out of the car and onto the lot.

you glance over at abby, who’s slumped in the passenger seat, softly snoring. for a moment, you just watch her, taking in her peaceful expression. without the cocky smirk or sharp comments, she looks… softer.

you sigh and start the car again, your thoughts swirling. the night isn’t over yet, and neither, apparently, is abby’s ability to get under your skin.

you arrive back on campus and nudge abby awake. “we’re here,” you murmur, watching as her brows furrow in sleepy confusion before she finally gets up. she lets out a groan, rubbing her eyes as she steps out of the car.

the walk to the dorms is quiet, the crisp night air working to clear your thoughts. abby, true to form, still manages to throw in a few snarky comments.

once the two of you are inside, you head straight for your shower caddy, eager to wash off the sweat from the chaotic night. abby, however, collapses into one of the beanbags near the center of the room, her long legs sprawled out as she leans back and sighs deeply.

“abby,” you say, glancing over your shoulder as you start gathering your things, “you should really shower. you reek.”

she tilts her head lazily to look at you, her lips curving into a small, tired smirk. “too tired,” she mumbles, stretching her arms over her head. “i’ll deal with it in the morning.”

you lean back in the beanbag, watching her quietly for a moment. her face, usually so confident and sharp, is softer in the dim light. your eyes fall to the bracelet on her wrist, the metal plate glinting faintly.

“what’s with the bracelet?” you ask, keeping your tone casual.

abby glances down at her wrist, her thumb brushing over the leather. for a split second, her face changes—something unreadable flashes in her eyes before her usual mask snaps back into place.

“it’s nothing,” she says, her voice flat.

“come on, anderson. it’s just a bracelet,” you tease, reaching out without thinking. your fingers barely graze the leather when she pulls her arm back sharply, the movement startlingly quick.

“i said it’s nothing,” she snaps, her tone sharper than you’ve ever heard.

you blink, your hand hovering midair. “okay,” you mumble, the word feeling inadequate.

abby exhales slowly, rubbing the back of her neck. “sorry,” you mutter, but the tension in the room doesn’t ease.

you want to say more, to ask why something so small had her on edge, but the wall she’s built between you feels impenetrable. instead, you nod, standing up and grabbing your things.

“i didn’t mean to—”

“just drop it,” she cuts you off, her back still turned.

with a quiet sigh, you step out into the hallway, the sound of the door clicking shut behind you echoing louder than you expected. as you walk toward the showers, your thoughts race, replaying the look on her face and the way her voice had hardened. you’d never seen her like that before, and the image of her stoic expression lingers in your mind long after you’ve left the room.

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[uaravsh]

"I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker."

- Gwendolyn Brooks

[onepiecepetalfanfics089]

Yandere Sanji vs Yandere Zoro with a naive reader who has every flirt just go over their head. Including by drunks at a bar- and maybe those two have enough and decide sharing is the best way to get fast results?

Ours To Take~..

Humming softly, you stared at the words in your book with a smile while occasionally admiring the beautiful sky. Nothing really concerned you that much and everything was fine! Well you mean..zoro and sanji were acting rather strange lately to you but the thought of them having any interest in you completely flew over your head.

Why would they? Sanji flirts with literally anything that has boobs, and Zoro is well..Zoro!

A rather loud and ‘romantic voice’ snapped you out of your thoughts and your reading as you blinked.

“Y/N-SWAAAANN!!!~ i have another drink for you my dear!”

You chuckled and raised an eyebrow at the man who was running towards you with heart shaped pupils and a tray with your favorite drink..again.

“Uh sanji?..i haven’t even finished the one you gave me just thirty minutes ago!” You laughed softly. Referring to the drink on the railing he’d made you so you wouldn’t ‘die of thirst’ and because his beloved Y/N needed to be pampered.

Sanji then grinned, dramatically getting down one knee like he was bowing to you. “Oh but my lovely Y/N..you’ll need backups! And…” he then stood up and got rather close to you with a smile, the smell of smoke filled your nostrils from his cigarette and you fought back the urge to scrunch your nose from the contact of the smoke. He smiled and kissed your hand.

Huh..weird..but then again he did that with every girl! Right..?

You stared into his sea blue eyes awkwardly and then gave a friendly smile. “Oh..well thanks I guess Sanji!” You Saïd while you turning back to your book. Sanji felt a pang in his heart as he sighed.

He plastered on a smiled and slowly walked away..almost like he was sad or disappointed. You glanced up at him curiously from your book but brushed it off while he sulked in the kitchen without you knowing of course.

A few minutes passed by and the nice breeze passed, slowly flowing through your hair. The pages of your book started to scatter and you scoffed, quickly book marking it and stretching.

The faint sound of footsteps caught your attention.

“Hm…must be Nami or Luffy..”

You thought as you sipped the first drink Sanji had given you.

Suddenly then, your book was about to fall off the railing and into the deep sea. Panicked, your eyes widened as you you reached out for it but then saw a rather large and masculine hand catch the book with little ease. You then felt a strong hand on your hip from behind.

The sudden warm sensation on your skin caused you to turn around to the person who just saved your book.

Storm grey eyes looked back at you and silence fell upon the both of you.

“..Hey..be careful next time.”

A deep monotone voice said to you almost quietly. Looking up you saw no one other than the green haired swordsman himself, Zoro.

Giving a soft yet platonic smile and gently took the book out of his hand.

“Hah, thanks Zoro! That book Robin gave me was almost gone!” You Saïd as you sat the book down on your side table you got for yourself to set your drinks on.

He stared into your eyes for a moment and made a grunting sound. “Yea..maybe try to set it on the table next time?..”

“Yea i don’t know why I didn’t do that in the first place..”

You Saïd with a blink, trying to make it seem like you were actually pondering instead of slowly trying to scoot away from zoro because he was in your space bubble for whatever reason..

Suddenly his grip seemed to tighten on you, causing you to glance down at his hand and then up at him. He slowly loosened his grip and rubbed circles with his thumb on it, trying to be as gentle as he could.

Your eyebrows couldn’t help but raise in confusion.

“Uh hey zoro why is your-”

“Did Nami tell you when we’re docking on the next island?..”

Narrowing your eyes you just gave up and leaned your back on the railing as he stood in front of you, one hand on the railing and the other on your hip.

“Hmm…she said in about an hour..”

He stared at you intently for a moment.

“Well are you heading anywhere when we dock?..”

“..no, I think shopping can wait until tomorrow”

You then grin as you get an idea. What if you invited a few of your friends to lighten the mood with Zoro and Sanji? It was perfect!

Nothing could happen to ruin the night!…

Right?

You then look up at Zoro with an encouraging smile as you got off the railing.

“Oh! I have an idea..what if we went to the bar together once we dock on the island? I know you would love a drink..” you said playfully hitting zoros shoulder in which he responded with a scoff and a smug smile you always saw him with.

“I’ll even invite Sanji and the others too!”

His smile then immediately disappeared and the glimmer you saw in his eyes faded. He grumbled a reply and pulled away from you rather quickly. Almost seeming to storm off like he was annoyed or angry at something…maybe specifically even someone?..

huh that’s weird..!

You just shrugged his obvious annoyance off and sipped your drink while hot summer sun made your skin warm up and glow.

.

.

.

.

You stretched as you felt the ship dock on a new island, a grin spread across your face as you finally stepped foot on land for the first time in weeks.

It was a little after sunset by now and you went over to get Sanji and Zoro to get some drinks, the others respectfully had other things to do or had shops to attend so it was just you three.

On the way to the local bar you saw a few miles ahead, Sanji kept blabbering on about some romantic things and complimenting you non stop for sone reason.

You respectfully said a thank you and went on to another topic in the conversation, causing the both of them to frown or narrow their eyes at you.

Sitting down in one of the seats at the bar you smiled at the bar tender and ordered some drinks, after you started some small talk with zoro who kept staring at you intently or seeming to move closer. You just would raise an eyebrow and ignore it.

A hand on your thigh stopped you from finishing your sentence as you slowly turned over your shoulder to see a man who was obviously drunk, he slowly crept his hand up to your inner thigh and you just stared, asking the man what he was doing.

“Oh nothing sweet-cakes..you just have such a fucking good body..couldn’t help myself.” He slurred, his hands slowly sliding under your shirt. Your eyes widened and you were about to do something when a hand grabbed the guys arms rather roughly.

So rough that it was turning red, causing the man to hiss in pain. He turned toward the one who had grabbed his so aggressively and growled.

“What’s the big idea asshole?” He spat while glaring at the swordsman with good instincts.

Before anything else could even happen, the man suddenly had a foot on his back. Sanji said nothing as the drunk man stumbled and groaned from the kick.

“Come with us.”

The sound of Zoro sheathing his bloody swords rang through Sanji’s ears while the smell of smoke filled the swordsman’s nostrils.

Sanji’s eyes were covered by a shadow while he sighed, almost clutching his cigarette.

The corpse before the two pirates was cut up and brutally kicked.

“This is never going to work..” Zoro heard the cook mutter while he threw the corpse in a near by dumpster.

“….”

The two men eyes then both locked, giving each other a knowing look. They both absolutely loathed the idea but..

“We should work together marimo..”

“…and why in hell would we do that cook?”

“Use your brain moss head…it’s clearly obvious that neither of us are making any progress with them..so maybe the results might go faster if we try to win them over together..”

He thought about the idea for a split second..

“Fine. Just don’t screw it up..got it curly brows?”

“Yea whatever mosshead just try not to intimidate my beloved Y/N to much..”

“What’s taking them so long out there?..” you mumbled to yourself as you sipped your drink. Surely a talk with that man couldn’t have taken that long right? It was getting late and the bar was even about to close.

The sound of the back ally doors opening and shutting back suddenly caught your attention as you you jump a little from the sudden noise while slowly turning around to indeed see the swordsman and cook of the crew.

Smiling while turning around in your chair you greeted them.

“Hey guys..what took so long?..the bars about to close-”

Without another word you felt arms wrap around you and the smell of Sanjis cologne seeming to fill the air.

Strong hands slowly slid on your shoulders and squeezed them gently before wrapping around your collarbone and rubbing the area gently. The feeling of calloused fingers massaging your skin and of a chin resting on top of your head made your skin tingle and shiver..just what were they trying to do..?

Slowly moving your body to get out out of their embrace, you had enough of their touch for a day but the two pairs of arms only tightened around you immediately.

“Guys? What are You doing??…whats going on with you guys today..?”

You said with a sigh while trying to gently push away from them away again.

This only caused zoro to scoff and turn your head close enough to his so he could kiss you passionately, his tongue licking your bottom lip slowly while his hands slid down to your waist and giving a light squeeze.

“Your such an idiot sometimes.”

He said bluntly with a hint of annoyance.

You then felt something wet on your shirt and looked down..was that blood..?

Now taking a look at the both of them you saw that their clothes had a decent amount if blood on them. Eyes widening, your breath hitched.

“Um..guys what’s that on your clothes?..”

They both stayed silent and sanji just gave a loving smile, lifting your chin up as he gave you another passionate kiss.

Starting to feel a lot of things..like unheard..uncomfortable and most of all..unsafe…? you tried to push away from but only got neck kisses from zoro while he gripped you tighter.

Sanji leaned his lips close to your lips to whisper against them, his voice soothing yet so..off putting..

“Shh Y/N my dear…you wouldn’t understand so we made our feelings clear…you’re ours to take now after all~…”

Hope you guys like this!! It was honestly so fun to right and I loved it! Hope you did too 🌸❤️ thank you to the person who requested it! I honestly love writing zoro and sanji or the straw hats in general because I’m in love with their characters lol-