#Frankie combust into a fire time

[frankie-funked]

So I’ve been cooking something yummy and I dunno.. angsty?

If you know you know

[camels-pen]

consider sanuso bodyswap where Sanji is of course "admiring" Usopp's body and Usopp is trying desperately to keep himself from getting worked up so that he doesn't light himself on fire.

Luffy and Chopper are not helping. They are in fact doing the opposite of helping. They've ramped up their pranks and are doing anything possible to get Usopp angry so that he combusts, freaks out, and then dives into the ocean to put himself out. They think it's hilarious.

Nami and Brook are Also not helping, since they're conspiring with Sanji to put on a fashion show with Usopp's body. Sanji called it "not wasting a precious opportunity to get him in something other than overalls". Usopp called it mutiny and he was gonna- dive into the ocean, holy fuck Sanji why is it so easy to catch fire?!

Best part about this is that Sanji assured him, several times, that his body doesn't get hurt by catching fire. Usopp still jumps into the ocean every time.

Robin pipes up at one point, asking if Sanji was immune to just his own flames or all flames. Sanji just kind of shrugs and said it depends. Franky, having just been leisurely watching all of this gets an idea. Would his Franky Fireball hurt Sanji's body or just give him more fire to work with?

He tries to coax Usopp into agreeing to test it out and, somehow, he manages it. Albeit, Usopp is all knocking knees and chattering teeth, a very odd sight from 'Sanji'. As part of the deal though, he can only shoot a fireball the size of his hand.

Usopp meant his small hand. The one Franky used for tinkering and fine detail work. He did not, however, clarify this.

So, when a fireball the size of Franky's big hand comes out, well. Usopp runs for his goddamn life.

It takes him a few moments- and the voices of his friends sounding distant and below him- to realize he hadn't, in fact, run to the men's quarters, but rather into the fucking sky.

And oooooh, boy he is gonna kill Sanji one of these days. Why was his body's first fucking instinct when running to go up, what the actual HELL-

Usopp lit himself on fire again.

He curses out Sanji as his Sky Walk fails in the same moment and he plummets towards the deck.

[skatingbi]

Yo we out here with some more Ace lives AU but i'll make them little bullet points so I dont have to write a whole essay. Enjoy my little headcanons!

Warning: Theres. So many. Im not sorry tho lmao

Ace joins the strawhats after the time skip, nobody really minds and theyre happy to spend time with luffy's older brother. He quickly becomes best friends with Nami. I just feel it in my soul that they would gossip together.

Both Ace and Luffy suffer from awful PTSD symptoms after Marineford. With Luffy, his crew eventually learn how to help him. With Ace, though, he only has Luffy to lean on for support until the crew get aquanted with him.

Actually, to add onto that bc im a sucker for acesan, Sanji is the first after Luffy to reach out during one of his bad days when even really small triggers can make Ace spiral into a panic attack.

More acesan sorry lmao. Ace is usually either out on the figure head of the sunny looking at the ocean when Luffy isnt occupying that spot, in the gallery when Sanji is working, or just out on the deck laying on the grass. He especially likes being around sanji in the gallery.

Pre timeskip Ace is extremely different than this AU's Ace because yes he's silly and carries an air of confidence with him still, but he's never shirtless around others anymore. For a long while, Ace doesnt leave the ship or pick fights. His confidence is a facade for a long time.

Depression hits ace like a truck in this AU and its only eased with the help of Luffy and Sanji. Chopper also helps the best he can with what he's got. Ace is grateful for this, and eventually his old self starts to emerge more and more. Luffy is there with him the entire time.

Ace has insomnia, but so does Sanji and Zoro. He'll hang out with them during late night hours either on watch with zoro sharing stories or with Sanji talking to him while he's doing prep work or inventory. He'll probably also fend off luffy when his little brother tries to break into the locked fridge lmao

But more funny headcanons!! Im getting depressing here sorry!! Ace will mess around with Luffy and entertain him before meal times by play fighting. Their asses will be duking it out on the deck and Chopper will be all concerned and Zoro and Nami will be like "Siblings." Like thats the most obvious answer in the world.

Tbh, the crew members with any type of sibling or sibling bond will get it. Luffy will deadass try to steal Ace's food and Ace will smack his hand lightly with haki and Luffy will dramatically exclaim how mean his big brother is.

"Ace is so mean! I'll starve to death!" "Yeah, sure, you little menace"

Ace regaining strength over his devil fruit powers by making little shapes out of fire for chopper, luffy, and usopp. Franky and brook join the group to give ace prompts. It becomes a nightly occurance at this point.

The first time he decides to go shirtless in front of the crew, they realize his old tattoo is replaced by scar tissue that covers nearly his entire back. Nobody says anything, but I think Franky and Nami would be really understanding. Also luffy. Luffy would be like "We match! Ace has a cool scar like I do!" and it reassures him but also breaks his heart simultaneously.

Ace eating nearly as much as luffy and Sanji being like "Are you sure youre not blood related? Because youre both gonna run my kitchen dry"

Ace not really having a defined role in the crew and them not really minding it. Ace floats around basically. It kind of fits him more that way since he knows a bit of everything. He'll look at maps with nami to chart a course to the next island, He'll fight alongside zoro and sanji, he'll tell usopp about different ways to use combustion and heat in weapons or ammo, etc.

Ace and nami using the power of their good looks to scam people lmao and ace being able to swindle men and women. Nami is impressed and also jealous.

Luffy growing his hair out so him and Ace match, but luffy apparently has curlier hair than Ace so its just a fluffy mess until usopp caves and teaches them how to actually take care of their hair (luffy does not absorb a single thing and ace now has to help luffy with his hair when it gets as long as his)

Ace noticing one day how zoro looks at luffy and being like "yikes...you got it bad, man" and zoro just being like "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP-" but ace is fucking cackling and now zoro cant be too mad about that. He's still embaressed as fuck about it though.

Expanding on that actually: Ace actually being supportive because he knows how loyal zoro is. He isnt worried. Plus, Luffy is extremely strong and it takes a lot to actually hurt him. So he's like "dude you gotta just tell him straight up he is dense as hell"

Ace the ultimate wingman for zoro. Not luffy, though. That's what Nami is there for. Him an nami are definitely working together and placing bets on when and who asks who out with robin, usopp, sanji, and franky. I wont say what they chose for their bet but robin definitely wins.

BUT luffy, nami, zoro, robin, usopp and franky place bets on Ace and Sanji. Ace is never subtle. He flirts openly and is proud of it. Sanji is very subtle with ace, though. The crew immediately see past his bullshit of trying to be straight. Its painful to watch. Poor sanji is trying so hard to remain closeted but the closet is literally glass. I wont say who betted what as per my last bullet point, but surprisingly zoro won. Everyone (nami) is outraged by this incident. Luffy is here for a good time.

The crew playing card games except they learn sometimes ace cannot handle flammable objects because he will burn them accidentally. Competitive card games are now banned if ace is playing.

Ace is also banned from using his devil fruit powers while sparring on the deck. The poor grass on there has been burned so many times. Nami has kicked his ass over it.

Ace and zoro get really competitive. Not like zoro and sanji, but they'll spar without weapons and at least one of them will leave with a busted lip or eyebrow and a lecture from chopper. Theyre chill though they just forget to hold back on their punches. Ace one time used haki and had to help franky fix the deck afterwards.

[jolalibrary]

I had to save this GIF to my camera roll so I could watch it like 50 times haha, but can we please talk about how ravenous and hungry that man looks checking her out?! Please, I just can’t get over it 🥵😂 And she’s over there like whatever 🤣 This man is a menace!

#Happy Hour

if that man looked at me like THAT, I think I’d combust. if frankie or javi or anyone of them dragged them eyes up and down me, it would be like a match against the box—I would be on FIRE.

the man is a menace. AND WE LOVE HIM!!

ily also

[captainseamech]

//rewatching his debut episode for the nth time made me realize that High Tide didn’t approach fire at all when the ocean was in flames. Like, he kept his ship at a safe distance and even told Heatwave to hurry up when he was in the middle of fire getting Doc and Frankie away from it while the thing (that I forgot the English name for) combusted into more flames behind them, only approaching the site when the flames where long gone.

My take on this is that he had a traumatic experience with huge amounts of fire before arriving on Earth, which led him to become a specific level of pyrophobic that makes his senses get overwhelmed to hurry up and get out of there to not be engulfed by the flames, making him deeply worry whenever someone else was also in the middle of the fire hazard.

As for the explosion, it’s also connected to what I said before, but it could be also mixed with High Tide’s loss when he and his team destroyed the hammer of Primus. Adding these two factors or simply letting High Tide trapped around a huge fire ring could spark a very bad panic attack after the deed was done.

[opbau]

strawhats and bending elements for this au:

Luffy - water

Zoro - earth

Nami - water

Usopp - fire

Sanji - earth

Chopper - non-bender (reindeer)

Robin - non-bender

Franky - non-bender

Brook - air

Jinbei - non-bender (fishman)

little bit more explanation under the cut

Luffy

my man cannot turn water into ice or fog and doesn't have the strongest control in the world, but in terms of raw power? pretty fucking strong

to be clear, he can manipulate ice, fog, snow, etc. but he can't alter whatever form it's already in. Nami gets a headache if she thinks about it too long

learned a little bit of waterbending from Shanks, but never really had a teacher

Zoro

strong earthbender with much better control than Luffy

can only bend earth

metal, sand, gems- nothing. he is very much a one trick rock pony

he only learned the basics from his village's earthbending teacher and devoted a majority to his time to swordsmanship so. yeah

Zoro doesn't even know what the hell sandbending is until they get to Alabasta

Nami

one of the few strawhats to have a formal teacher and learn more than the basics

Bellemere was a great teacher. but. yknow.

Nami learned most of what she knows from waterbending books and scrolls that she stole over the years from other pirates and rich people. And she's learned a lot compared to the other strawhats.

To keep this brief-ish, she's practically a master at waterbending, save for healing. For the life of her, she couldn't really get the hang of it and none of the scrolls or books she had picked up over the years were at all helpful in explaining it. She's still working on it.

The unfortunate part of this is, while she has great control and precision over her bending, her power is... lacking. Which is where the 'practically a master' vs. 'an actual master' distinction becomes important lol

Due to amazing forethought, Nami is perceived by the outside world as a non-bender. Even some of her enemies think she's a non-bender. Nami really doesn't want people to know how good she is at waterbending because that would make her more of a threat and her pretty little heart wouldn't be able to take it if her bounty increased, Robin, so could you do her a big favour-

Usopp

christ where do i begin

the only firebender in Syrup Village. Yasopp is a known pirate and firebender.

Usopp never had a firebending teacher. He did, however, have ample amounts of earth and water benders to watch from afar. He taught himself bending, in a way that works for him. It is far from traditional firebending, but hey it works.

Somewhere along the line- maybe around Loguetown or after- he learns that firebenders really can shoot lightning and it wasn't just a myth. He blows himself up a lot trying to create it on his own before some lady on an island they stop at explains the right way to do it and demonstrates. Usopp still blows himself up, but now his form is correct.

While the other strawhats tend to weave their bending into their fighting styles somehow- or at least use it to aid them in battle from time to time, like with a boost into the air via rock- Usopp never uses his bending in a fight. He likes his bending and all, but he's the sniper and he has a bag of explosives on him so uh. No.

one day, post-Wano, Usopp has a really good day before bending practice and accidentally discovers his ability to combustion bend. He doesn't know it's combustion bending though, because all that comes out are little sparks of fire, like a sparkler. No one else knows either and he just uses it as a party trick.

Sanji

dear god this one is gonna be. AA.

all of the Vinsmokes are earthbenders. Sora is not. Sanji is.

After escaping onto the Orbit, Sanji decided the best way to never be found again would be to never bend again. Ever. (also because those 3 bastards and Judge were earthbenders and Sanji hated them)

He had an earthbending teacher, but anything that wasn't a superhuman feat was deemed a failure so Sanji never actually learned shit from that teacher. He also just wanted to cook all the time, so he never practiced.

Point is, when he's stuck on that rock with Zeff, he has the power and control to lift a rock, but nothing heavier than something he could physically carry himself.

Zeff is a non-bender. While the Baratie has it's fair share of benders, Sanji is Zeff's son and when Zeff offered to teach him how to fight one day, what was Sanji to do other than accept?

Sanji never told Zeff he was an earthbender, but he had a feeling Zeff knew anyway.

Sanji never told his crew he was an earthbender either. This was less of him actively hiding it and more out of habit. He loved them, but he didn't really see a need to explain it to them when it didn't matter. He wouldn't see his 'family' again and he could fight just fine without it anyway-

[Whole Cake]

Sanji: Hm. Hm™

He reveals he's an earthbender post-WCI. Zoro forces him to learn the basics and also adamantly insists that he knew the truth the whole time (he didn't. he's embarrassed). Zoro starts saying some super smug stuff now, like "is that any way to talk to your teacher?" and related lines. Think Zoro's thing about ranking and always insisting he's above Sanji and now that he's got the opportunity, he's gonna enjoy every moment.

(He's also gonna have some kind of earthbending specialty, but I haven't decided yet. Leaning towards metalbender though.)

Sanji faces the firebender rumours instead of Usopp. Both of them are incensed by this bc Sanji wants people to think he's a non-bender still (connection to Zeff) and Usopp is just mad people don't think he's a firebender (quite literally his own fault).

Chopper

always thought bending was cool even if he couldn't do it

Doctor Hiriluk was a non-bender too. Sometimes the two of them would talk and make up impossible scenarios that benders might do and laugh their heads off.

Doctor Kureha is an earth bender. She isn't a metalbender, but everyone besides Chopper thinks she is.

Robin

she comes from a long line of waterbenders, but she and her mother were both non-benders.

The scholars on Ohara were benders of all types and specialties. Fire, Earth, Water, Air all living in harmony and all that. Real shame. Anyway.

Because of Nami's "i'm totally a non-bender teehee" scheme, Robin has become the "strawhat's waterbending witch" that some people spread rumours about. The gist is that Nami begged her to help and Robin thought it'd be fun. Misleading people with her ability and those rumours never gets old.

Franky

non-bender in a family of 1) a fishman, 2) a mermaid, and 3) Iceburg (annoying waterbender his age)

Water 7 is known for a majority of their people being waterbenders. The Franky Family is mostly made up of non-water benders.

Franky didn't really care about figuring out bending as much when he was younger and after the Sea Train incident and he built himself back up, he couldn't bend a thing. He doesn't really know if he just fucked himself up hard enough he couldn't bend anymore or if he never could bend in the first place. He doesn't really care though, too busy being Super!

A lot of outsiders think Franky is an earthbender, specifically a metalbender, because of his whole cyborg thing. Also the no shoes thing. After joining the strawhats, the metalbender thing sort of holds up, especially post-timeskip with his General Franky.

There are also groups of people who are like "this guy is from Water 7, are you kidding? he's a waterbender for sure." They also point to the fact that he's always wearing a speedo and thus always ready to get wet.

The rumours are pretty funny to listen to and he and Robin love to just hang out on an island incognito (or as much as Franky is capable) and just listen to rumours about themselves and laugh about it. They share what they hear with the crew too.

Brook

he doesn't use his bending often, but there are occasions; can do loads of funny little tricks that he taught himself during That Time. He's also quite good at propelling his body high into the air for surveillance.

Not exactly a master airbender, but does have the basics down, like Zoro. There are attempts to mimic Sanji's Sky Walk- more for entertainment and curiousity than anything- with varying levels of success (Brook kicks himself too high, doesn't kick at the right time, etc)

Learned about 'gliding suits' (created after he died) and refuses to ever wear one. Adamant that if he must wear traditional airbending clothing, it's flowy stuff or nothing. (he's shy about form fitting clothing being too close to the skin. well, not that he has any-)

Jinbei

literally the exact same. Fishmen can do all the same things in canon, but they cannot be benders. Reason being: every single one of them is uhh, hmm. best way to say this is waterbenders, but to the left.

Fishmen can manipulate water with their hands but only if they're touching the element itself; they can't turn it to ice or anything like that, but the tradeoff is the immense amount of power and precise control they can more easily learn than humans... or smth like that

honestly, Jinbei's just here to chill in this au and probably unintentionally give Luffy bad waterbending advice (it's advice for Fishman Karate which isn't the same, but it's pretty close right? And Luffy keeps asking and insisting he teach him, and well, who is Jinbei to say no? Surely, Franky, who came to watch, will tell him if he's giving the wrong idea-)

Nami yells at both of them. Then yells at Franky because of his waterbender conspiracy theorists.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Op Men React to Hearing You Moan There Name Out Loud During Sex N/SFW

Hello Hello lovely spirits! Sinning hours tends to be something we often talk about apperantely a sinners mind is never at rest! Me and the lovely @simpforroses @starrybrujita and @fireflykaizoku came up with these lovely head cannons! There is more underway too! teehee I hope you enjoy!!

Warning: Sexual Content, Suggestive language, Penetration, Begging, Dominance from op men

Hearing the mumbling curse words coming from underneath his breath. The room was filled with cries of pleasure with a mixture of ecstasy. The sound of the skins slapping against one another. Feeling his girthy cock thrusting so deep inside of you. The moans coming from your mouth couldn’t be contained for much longer. He was just making you feel everything and anything the next thing you know the sweet sinful moans of calling out his names took him by shock.

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The Climaxer (the way you moan his name out loud as he continues to fuck you in sends him over the edge, just a few more thrusts hearing him say “fuck babe your gonna make me cum just the way you say my name.” )

Shanks, Franky, Ace, Bon Clay, Daz,  Shachi, Penguin, Fujitora, Katakuri, Curiel, Yassop, Lime juice, Usopp, Buggy, Haruta, Sanji

He wants you to say his name more (A smirk curling upon his face hearing his name spill out of your mouth “that’s right babe, keep saying my name just like that as I fuck you.” Feeling his fingers digging in your flesh)

Thatch, Aokiji, Vista, Benn, Kizaru, Marco, Killer, Cavendish(he enjoys hearing his name being praised like the god he is), Wire, Oven, Sabo, Whitebeard, Garp, Zoro,Rayleigh, Roger, Izou, Rakuyo, Bellamy, Buggy, Caesar Clown, Katakuri, Duval, Law. Katakuri

The dirty talker  (Leaning over to your ear “You must fucking love the way my cock fits so well deep inside of you. Just wait I’m going to have you on your knees while you clean the mess you made on my cock.”  he would lick the shell of your ear.)

Thatch, Vista, Ivankov, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Heat, Shachi, Perospero, Wyper, Enel

Gets very bashful  (his face becomes hot he could have sworn steam was coming from his ears  “I-i didn’t know you could say my name like that” would pique his interest wondering how many more times he can hear you say his name just like that.)

Koby, Usopp, Vander, X-Drake, Hawkins, Juzo, Kaku, Jinbe, Rosinante, Bartolomeo, Jean-Bart, Haruta, Caesar Clown

Raising the Volume (he will slam his cock into you deeper and harder wanting to hear you scream his name out loud so everyone could hear you “let’s make sure everyone knows who  you belong to.”)

Kid, Mihawk, Arlong, Zoro, King, Law, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Cracker, Marco, Heat, Wire, Oven, Sabo, Whitebeard, Gaban, Thatch, Sasaki, Wyper, Kaidou, Bellamy, Enel(he is his s/o god in that moment)

The private one  (covers your mouth his hand, the moans would be muffled by his hand “are you trying to have people know what we are doing?” seeing the say he is flexing his jaw as he contains his own moans.)

Lucci, Akainu, Pell, Daifuku, Sengoku, Momonaga, Smoker, Paulie, Iceberg, Dragon

Will moan your name outloud (He knows he is making you feel good, you are also giving him the same pleasurable effect “fuck _______ you feel so right now. I love how your clench around my cock.”)

Vander, Ace, Cavendish(he will moan it better), Sanji, Penguin, Garp, Roger, Oden, Katakuri

The questioner (When you moan his name out loud he would look at you and tilt his head wondering why you called his name out “Ummm _______ did you need something?” )

Luffy

The one that makes a joke( "That moan sent these pile of bones into a hot femur Yohohohoho”)

Brook

The Over Eccentric One ( When he moans your name, rose petals and romantic filters manifest in the background "Say my name again y/n, it sounds so beautiful on your tongue, and I can make your name more beautiful too.”) Cavendish

Human Combustion (Catches on literal fire hearing you moan his name just right "too hot, damn hot")

Ace, Sanji, Rosinante, Oven

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[cecilxa]

a sprinkle of love and an artisan slice of confessions

summary: heizou finds the courage to finally sing your praises

contents: fluff, silly boy heizou, flustered reader, gn!reader

cw: very slightly suggestive at the end, tiny mention of dying

recommend listening to: fool by frankie cosmos (for the vibes)

a/n: tysm for 100+ followers, proper post expressing my gratitude is up, but i am eternally grateful :))

last in a trilogy, read these beforehand! pt 1, pt 2

“... I really like your face?”

After an uncomfortable period of silence for Heizou, your voice echoes his words right back at him. Well, time to accept that invitation to live on Watastumi Island. If he wasn’t already red enough, he’s sporting a lovely shade of crimson, like a fresh tomato. His heart’s thumping erratically, and his hands are dreadfully shaking, trying to think of a way to make it not seem awkward. Heizou feels like he���s on fire, doused in the gasoline that is his love for you, uncontrollable and explosive.

“Not just your face! Not that your face isn’t nice; well, it’s much more than nice!” Man alive, that’s all he could come up with? Where’s the suave and cool guy people usually encounter? Gone, that’s where. Completely disappeared from view, leaving a stuttering, blushing mess of a detective in his place.

What he doesn’t notice, however, are your cheeks, which are also blazing red. Struggling to comprehend your- very complicated- emotions, your eyebrows furrow in confusion, trying to sort out the jumble of thoughts in your mind. It feels nice, being complimented like that, especially by him. Wait… what?

What he does notice is your frown, though, and, thinking you’re getting upset at the thought he only likes your face, desperately blurts out all of the things he could’ve only contained for a little while longer. Well, carpe diem.

“Don’t be upset! Please, don’t be upset, I don’t just like your face, I like every part of you! You know what I like; I like your eyes when you smile, they sparkle like the fireworks we have every year, and when I look at them, I want to get lost in them forever. Your smile’s the most wonderful thing I could’ve ever seen and- man alive- if I could see it every day, I would die the happiest detective in the whole world. You know, when I talk to you, I always feel like my heart’s slowly combusting, but I don’t think I mind, because it’s all worth it. I search for any opportunities to encounter you, and I know your favourite kind of flowers, even though you’ve only mentioned them once in passing, and the florist’s was supposed to stop selling them because they weren’t that popular, but I told them that if they kept selling them I’d help them for free with any investigating they needed, just to keep them in stock. Sara doesn’t believe me, but I think that I’d gladly do anything for you. Honestly, as if I wouldn’t! My favourite sound in the whole of Teyvat is your voice, and even that beats the silent noise of peaceful serenity in the early morning.” He’s rambling at this point, and you’re not even cross! But, there’s this feeling in your gut to let him continue.

“Every little thing I like. Every. Little. Thing. I like you so much, it hurts to think about! No, I love you so much, it hurts. So please, please don’t be upset; I love you.”

A short pause.

“I love you.” Heizou repeats. It’s uttered quietly, but with so much adoration and finality, it’s impossible to ignore.

The culmination of adrenaline coursing through his bloodstream, and the immensity of his feelings for you eventually settle, after his (extremely) lovely confession. He’s again met with silence, and, again, he doesn’t notice the very flustered state he’s put you in. Nervously, he meets your eyes, and they’re shining with something akin to the way he feels whenever he’s around you.

Your heart’s racing, and you don’t know what’s happened to your breath to be taken away so much like this. Thoughts of his cheerful face invade your mind; him laughing and stuttering, his red face. Each memory leaves a tingle in your heart, it seems as if it were expanding. Love… is this what they call love?

Meanwhile, Heizou can’t utter a word. You look so… wonderfully wonderful, and he doesn’t think that there would be anything better at this moment than to officially proclaim him as yours.

But there’s something he wants to do beforehand, before all of his nerves completely dissipate. Interrupting your sudden revelation, a soft whisper gently permeates your ear, so intimate, and quiet.

“Can I kiss you?”

Giving him a firm, and definite, nod, pink streaking both of your faces, your lips touch. Something shoots off inside both of you. Heizou’s felt nothing like this before. An explosion of colour fills his heart, and an indescribable warmth makes its way to his head. He can feel your body so close to his, and he wants nothing more than to stay like this forever. Urging him on, your bodies tangle together in a blaze of heat, neither of you wanting to stop. Maybe you’ll carry on, just for a little bit, it just feels so right. Exactly like two jigsaw puzzle pieces.

What’s most natural, however, is the fact that Heizou’s love for you, your feelings for him, they’re incomparable, even if you’ve both been playing the fool (most of the time).

a/n: likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! 💘

[jedifarmerr]

I'm on Fire (mini-series)

(Mechanic!Frankie x F!Reader)

Rating: E(18+)

Word count: almost 4k (oops)

Warnings: smut!, blow jobs, unprotected p in v (wrap it), allusions to emotional abuse/bad relationship, let me know if I need to add anything else!

Chapter 5: I’m on Fire

The homes that once hid behind the veil of spring and summer, now lay bare and vulnerable. The frigid air had peeled the leaves from their branches. Turning the once lush emerald hills into a barren landscape with an array of brown and grey tones.

Frankie’s palm aches from his steel-like grip. His foot presses hard against the rusted pedal. Making his tires screech against the asphalt—a dark imprint forms on the surface—a sign that he was here. He turns sharply around the last bend. Giving it one last shot.

Frankie abruptly shifts the gear into park, making his body jolt from the sudden halt. The crack of his hand against the dash echoes around the confines of the cab. White lights emitted by the lanterns that outline the gravel drive are the only signs of occupancy. The dark abyss of the interior taunts him—tortures his soul. The leaves form a twister around the gravel, dancing around the place where he left you. The last place he saw you.

The fire inside Frankie crackles and simmers, threatening to combust at the rim of his eyes. His frustration burns from the failure of his fourth attempt at contact. Each one met by the same visual, a void of his old oasis.

His first attempt had been only a few weeks after that day. The pain he felt from your absence had become too much to bear. Driving through the crisp night, unsure of any action, just raw desire to be in your presence again—to see that you really existed.

Maybe he should have taken the lightless home as a sign, but he came back—facing disappointment three more times.

He had told himself tonight was it—that he couldn’t inflict this torment on himself anymore. You knew where to find him, and he had hope that one day you would show.

Frankie’s body weaves around the busy shop, swerving through the workers and the lines of cars. Vibrating squeals echo throughout the metal casing of the walls as the garage opens to the parking lot. Frankie’s shoulders slump as Benny leads the maroon sedan into the spot that used to be reserved for you. With a forced smile, Frankie trudges over to the customer—an attractive woman in her 30s—someone that he thought was more in his league.

Pope draws the cotton rag in his hands, popping it against Frankie’s ass, “Hey,” Pope’s voice rings with mischief, “She was cute”- he moves his eyebrows up and down,-“and she was giving you the eye.”

Frankie shakes his head with a faint smile, “She was cute, but-” he shrugs as his fingers continue to slide through the maze of gears.

Pope tries to hide any sign of annoyance, but it seeps into every syllable “But what? What’s wrong with her?”

Pope knew what was wrong with her, she wasn’t you. No one would ever be you for him. Pope thought by now that Frankie would have moved on, or at least been open to it. Your relationship was just a fleeting moment in time—ripped away before he was ready. Someone that he met when it was too late.

Frankie looks pointedly at Pope, “She’s not my type,” he brushes against his shoulder as he moves to the bench, looking inside the toolbox for his impact wrench, “You go for her,” he throws nonchalantly over his shoulder.

Pope’s tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth, his body stiffens along with his words, “No, I think you should.”

Frankie’s response comes in the sound of metal tools dropping against the hard surface of the work bench—each clang making Pope’s blood boil over.

“If not her, I’m pretty sure Tom’s sister is interested.”

Frankie lifts the wrench in triumph, “No thanks,” he turns on his heel to return to his previous position, “I’m good. Not really looking for anyone,” his response is blunt, a clear unwillingness to explain further.

What was originally remorse had grown into a vexation as Pope watched Frankie wait everyday for you to show. Watched his friend become more weary with each car—each one searing his friend at the sight of them in “your” spot.

Pope was worried that Frankie would wait forever for you at the dingy shop. That he would park his ramshackle truck in for the front for the next 50 years—just to give you a signal of his presence. His fatigued body would continue to stay late every night, being the first to show. Would he do that till he became brittle with age?

And while Pope felt sympathy for his heartbroken friend. Annoyance and irritation festered within him at his refusal to give up. He didn’t understand—how did Frankie burn with hope when there was nothing to feed the flames. When would the impending rain storm come and extinguish him down to mere ashes at the memory of you.

Pope had been too late the last time. Unwilling to believe his gut until it was right in front of his eyes. He refused to hold his tongue this time.

The hard smack of Pope’s hand on his thigh booms around the shop—attracting fellow onlookers to the impending confrontation. “Fish!” his voice seeps with turbulence and desperation, his eyes plead with him to listen, “You can’t wait forever. She isn’t comi-“

Frankie’s voice rumbles from deep in his chest, a tone of warning, “Don’t.” Frankie’s eyes don’t move from the elaborate intricacies of the engine. Unwilling to look at the man that just aroused his darkest fear.

Frankie knew there was a chance you wouldn’t come back. That he would be forced to live with the sight of you begging for him to stay—that it would be his last memory of you— and yours of him. He tried to not let his mind go there, almost convincing himself fully of your imminent return, despite the building evidence that contradicted his wish.

Words unspoken for far too long hang in the air, silently thickening the tension in the room. “Fish…” The wrench burns against Frankie’s palm, the air feels like it is suffocating him, stealing the air from his lungs as Pope grows in proximity.

“She’ll come back,” Frankie says almost to himself, barely audible for Pope’s ears with how low and deep his voice has become.

“It’s been-a long time. And she hasn’t-” Frankie pulls at the strangling collar of his jumpsuit. He tries to swallow his spit to soothe the arid depths of his throat, but it provides no relief. He feels like he is choking on it, worsening with each sound of Pope—setting a match to his already broken soul.

“She made her choice, Fish.”

The room turns into a furnace, flames engulfing his already fuzzy vision, “Fuck you!” the smooth head of the wrench pushes into the center of Pope’s chest. Frankie bears his teeth, “We both know that man didn’t deserve her. He didn’t fucking-” he digs the head of the wrench further into his chest, “You didn’t see her that day. You didn’t hear what she said about him.”

Pope stands with his hands up, watching as Frankie’s nostrils flare with each loud pant. The blanket of red that had overcome Frankie slowly simmers into a sunset orange, before finally the dark tones of the room come back into focus.

The loud ding of the wrench is the only sound in the usually bustling shop. Frankie’s eyes scan the expressions that adorn his co-workers and friends' faces. Some remorseful, some alarmed.

Frankie’s body slumps in defeat, his lips part as he forces himself to even his breathing. “I worry about her everyday,” his voice broken and choppy, “I never should have left, because now—now who does she have?”

Pope opens his mouth to retort, but Frankie babbels on, releasing the built up emotion, “I drive by her house, I search the streets, I have found nothing,” his voice trails. The rage that had encased his eyes, now full of innocence and loss.

Frankie extends his hands over his head as he paces across the concrete. “Fish…” Frankie shoots his finger up.

“I’m sorry,” Frankie’s chin trembles, he drops his head, “I just need air.”

Pope yells his name as Frankie totters to the side door. Benny grabs at Pope’s shoulder, “He needs to be alone,” he speaks softly, convincingly, “He needs time Pope.” Pope hears the back door click, and with a motion of his finger, the room returns to a more solemn normalcy.

Frankie’s deep exhales create puffs of mist in the winter air. The harsh wind stings against the blistering heat that burns from the tip of his toes to the curls that adorn his head. An all consuming radiation. Slush covers Frankie’s boots, his feet sloshing around in the back lot. Frankie tilts his head to the sky, rejoicing in the cold crystals that cool the burn of his cheeks.

The light spring rain patters against the steel covered roof. Frankie hunches over the vehicle, making his back pulse and ache from the strain of his labor. But, he ignores it—continuing to move automatically through the routine maintenance. A habit born from years of expertise.

Pope calls through the trance, “Frankie!” His voice urgent, “Fish! Fish!”

Frankie purses his lips, “What?”

Pope leans between the shop and the lobby door, “Can you come here?”

Frankie sighs, “Now?” Pope nods frantically, his eyes bulging as they dart between the lobby and the garage.

Frankie grips at the tops of his glove, peeling them off his fingers as he plods over, “This better be good.” Pope scoffs with an amused look on his face.

Frankie fixes the edge of his cap, as he steps into the bright lights that illuminate the breezy room, “What is it?” Frankie sighs, as he looks pointedly at Pope with his hands on his hips.

An angelic voice from the far corner of the room rings in his ear, as he watches Pope’s mouth curve up, “Hi, Frankie.”

The mere cadence of your voice overwhelms and shocks his senses—stunning his whole body into place. Frankie had begun to relinquish the idea that you would return. The cruel winter had brought doubts into his mind—making him neglect what he felt he knew to be true.

A warmth spreads across his cheeks as he takes in the familiar sight of you. His mouth tries to muster up a single word, but they all claw for release at his throat. Catching against his raw windpipe.

Pope squeezes Frankie’s shoulder, “I’ll give you two some privacy,” he gives him a nod.

The air of your presence felt different—the anguish you carried had dissipated—giving you a lighter feel. Your eyes didn’t carry an unspoken sadness anymore, but instead twinkled with hope under the fluorescent light. The only sign of any distress was the faint dark circles that lay imprinted underneath your eyes and the nervous smile that adorned your features.

Frankie swipes his thumb across his bottom lip, “Sorry-“ he smiles, “I’m just-“ the words jumble in his brain. Too focused on the scenarios that loop around his mind.

Your body leans over to the side, Frankie turns to gaze behind his shoulder. Will, Benny, and Pope all disperse suddenly with guilty expressions. You whisper uneasily, “Can we go somewhere-more private?”

The lavender scent of your shampoo tantalizes his senses as he leads you to the break room. Each waft makes his body pulse and yearn—remembering all the times he smelt of you after leaving your home.

“Would you like some water?” you shake your head politely.

The brown metal chair squeaks against the black and white tiles. His warm eyes gaze into yours as you sit at the cheap white table top. You bite hard and fast at the inside of your cheek.

Your voice shakes as you begin, “Frankie, I-” a nervous laugh escapes you as you stare into the brown depths, losing yourself in his always adoring gaze, “I don’t even know what to say or where to start.”

Frankie leans forward; his gaze reassuring and sweet, “You don’t owe me anything. Okay?” You take all the-“

“No, I have to tell you,” your words are rushed and breathy. With a long deep exhale, you begin “I understand why you left” Frankie winces internally at the words, “You don’t deserve to be a secret. You deserve more-more than what I could give.”

Frankie shakes his head at your self-deprecating words, but you continue, “You were right, I do deserve better than him. No one had ever said that to me. I always thought. Thought I was crazy. That I should be happy with what I got. That’s what everyone said.”

His mind tells him to retort, to yell that everyone was wrong. Not to believe them. But he remains silent for the moment. Knowing it wasn’t the time.

“But it wasn’t true. And I didn’t realize that until you.” Frankie’s eyes widen at the sentiment, you scoot your chair closer, brushing the tops of your knees against his. The light graze ignites sparks across his lower belly.

“I left him, Frankie” your smile is wide and proud, “And I-I just needed a little time to myself. I’m sorry that I didn’t come sooner,” you reach for his hand, pulling into a tight entanglement, “I just hope-“

Frankie takes in the contrast of your silky skin against his rough hands. Wet drops plop against the wrinkles of his knuckle. Your lips part as he presses his thumb into your soft damp skin—swiping at the tears that splay across your cheekbone.

His palm presses lightly against your jaw bone, as his thumb reaches the end. Your tear-stained cheek cradling against the callus covered palm. Dainty fingers wrap and press against the bone of his wrist, blocking any retreat.

Each nuzzle enchants Frankie—hypnotizing him into a desperate trance. Making him yearn for any sliver of affection you will offer. “I miss you,” you whisper as you turn your head to drag your lips against his rugged skin—sending shivers up and down his spine.

Faint kisses caress each pad of his fingers, “I thought about you everyday.” The tantalizing drag of your supple lips coerces groans from deep within Frankie’s chest. Your breath fans against his palm, “Please. Tell me it isn’t too late. Please.”

Frankie cups your face, protruding his body forward as he kisses you full on the mouth. His unquenchable thirst finally satiated by the feeling of your wet lips.

Frankie mumbles in between kisses, “I’ve been waiting for you. Everyday.” Your lips move, catching the edge of his mouth as you trail to his cheek, “I looked for you everywhere,” you begin to descend down his jaw as he continues, “I’ve missed you so much. It would never be too late, I’ve-oh-“

The warmth of your lips fades as the chair scratches against the tile in a rushed frenzy. The pressure of your palms against his thighs makes him hiss. His cock reacts without permission—bulging against the unforgiving navy fabric.

Your fingers massage up the broad expanse of Frankie’s legs, “Let me show you how much I've missed you,” your voice hot and breathy. The slight dig of your nails confirms that you are real. That this wasn’t some sick dream he created. His breath speeds up as they trail upward, passing the large tent of his jumpsuit. Caressing the soft expanse of his stomach, up to his chest.

Fingers grasp at the edge of the zipper, pulling it down to reveal the white t-shirt that covers his skin. Frankie stands quickly, discarding his clothing with no hesitation, baring himself to you fully in the middle of the break room.

Frankie feels a twinge of embarrassment at his haste, but the way your eyes rake up and down his velvety shaft as you wet your lips prove that he isn’t the only needy one. His teeth clench and hiss as you grip the base of his erect cock. Avoiding his already swollen tip as your hand moves up and down his shaft.

Frankie tilts his head back as he loses himself in the feeling of your teasing, yet intensely gratifying touch. Your other hand kneads at the muscle of his thigh, “Watch” you command, making a moan escape his plump lips. You tilt your head, noting it for later.

Frankie’s slit beads with precum. “I thought about this,” your hand grips tighter, “when I was alone. Thought about you.” Frankie releases a deep exhale that sings as your thumb flicks against his neglected and weeping hole. “Did you think of me?”

Frankie nods quickly, “ye-oh-yes.” A string of spit connects Frankie’s cock to your puckered lips. He watches as it drips and coats his hardened member. Mouth hovering over his rigid body as he holds himself back. A tingling sensation whips at his red angry tip as you blow cool air from your lips onto his dribbling slit.

Frankie growls as he pulls himself flush in the chair, his ass stings against the cold metal, his palms dig into the hard edges of the surface. Hard pants escape him as your grip tightens at his base, one hand dragging along his inner thigh.

Your tongue flattens against his aching hole, tasting the little bit of seed that has already escaped. The feeling of your mouth wrapping around his tip nearly sends him over the edge. A fight in his mind to suppress the urge to cum.

Sweat pools at his jugular notch as you inch him deeper and deeper into your eager mouth. Drool drips against the black tiles as you brush your nose against the curls at his base. You fervidly slide and suck at him. Lost in a half lidded daze as your needy center throbs from the impending fullness.

Your hips swivel against the cold surface, seeking relief that the cold ground will not offer. You whine against his length—sending vibrations that thud around the confines of your spit filled mouth. Frankie’s fingers trace against your hollowed cheeks, feeling the strain of your jaw “Don’t worry-” his voice is raspy from restraint, “Fuck-you know I will take care of you, my good girl.”

The slurps and gulps around his tensing length turn Frankie’s moans more vulgar—inching him closer and closer to the nearing precipice. He trembles against the slide of your expert tongue.

“Fuck-baby-fuck” he pants, “I’m gonna cum-fuck!” your palms dig into the tops of his knees, steadying him as he empties his seed into your greedy mouth. You lick and suck at the prize you had earned, gathering every last drop. His overstimulated member slaps against the trail of hair on his stomach with a loud pop.

The chair squeaks as Frankie pulls your body to straddle his thigh. Teeth clash and clink as you devour each other’s mouths. Eagerly licking inside yours—tasting the salty residue that he left behind.

He grips at your hip—dragging your wet folds against his tense thigh. “Naughty girl,” he whispers, “No panties.”

Your head drops back from the sudden relief, exposing the length of your neck to Frankie. It practically begs for attention as it pulses with each moan, a silent plea he can’t refuse. Frankie licks a broad stripe from the base to your jaw, skimming his teeth down against the tingly skin. Then moving to another expanse, repeating the motion.

Each moan he draws from you is an incoherent plea— begging for more without using words. Frankie nips a trail upward, placing a soft kiss behind your ear before his teeth tug at your earlobe, “You need me to fill you?” his husky voice sends shivers up and down your spine, “Need my cock? Say it.”

Desperation makes each word you utter fluctuate in tempo, “ye-yeah, please, please Frankie.”

Frankie leads you to the black leather communal couch. His body falls against the worn material, pulling you down to hover over his already erect length. He licks into your open mouth as his hands bunch and pull at the hem of your dress—revealing your curves to his lustful eyes.

Anticipation builds at each graze of his wet tip against your dripping core. His lips meet yours in a tender kiss that seems discordant for the heated moment. But it quickly shatters in one fluid movement as Frankie sheathes himself fully inside your fluttering walls—swallowing the air from your body.

Your bodies combine, in a slow dance of moving hips as you bask in the all consuming pleasure that only the other can provide. Your walls clench around him in a familiar embrace—welcoming him back eagerly.

The words he meant to say in his head slip in the rapture of pleasure, “You were made for me.” Tears prick in unison at the corner of your eyes. Frankie burrows his head in between your chest—relishing in the feeling of flesh against flesh. His lips slide down the valley of your breasts. Savoring the unique taste of your skin.

The once slow methodical movement starts to become a jumbled frenzy of slapping skin as your hips grind against him. He feels your core clamp as you let out exasperated breaths. Your body teeters on the edge of release, quivering and thrashing as you gasp, “Frankie, I-I need you. Need more.”

Your mouth becomes useless for anything but moans as Frankie drags his throbbing length against your slick walls. Fulfilling your spoken wish. Each thrusts of his spearing cock makes your breasts bounce and body wither as you edge closer and closer to the pinnacle of pleasure.

Frankie knows they can hear you, so fucked out on his cock that you are screaming his name. Babbling about how full you feel and how only he can fill you. Frankie’s thumb presses against your swollen clit, sending your body into a squelching frenzy as you gush around his length.

Your body heaves from the aftershocks of your orgasm. The weight of your head too much as Frankie continues to search for his own release. Your head drops to his shoulder, words wrecked as you whisper in his ear, “Cum for me,” you twirl his curls in between your fingers, his movements becoming sloppy, “Cum in me.” With a loud gasp of your name, Frankie’s body tenses, painting the walls of your overstimulated pussy, filling you full of him.

Frankie holds your body taut against his, your head rests against his broad shoulder. His spent cock remains buried inside you—keeping his cum stuffed inside the slippery walls. He kisses the skin in his reach as his fingers trail along the expanse of your back. Your body sighs and relaxes further into him with each graze of his fingertips.

Your head finally crawls to place light kisses on his lips. “So,” you say with a small peck on his lips, “What now?”

He laughs as he kneads your ass in his hands, “I’m thinking a date. In public. Not you cooking. A real date.”

You smile, “I would like that.”

Frankie walks you to your car, parked next to his truck in the nearly empty lot, he shakes the piece of paper with your number written on it, “I’ll call you when I get home.”

You give him a peck on the cheek, sliding into your vehicle, and driving away in a different direction.

Frankie’s features glow from the undeniable bliss. Applause rumbles and vibrates against the shop walls as Frankie walks in. Frankie shakes his head as they all hoot and holler at him.

Pope walks over, slapping his ass with the rag, “Sounds like you two made up,” Pope laughs as Benny makes moaning noises. Pope points at himself, “Come on,” he teases, bumping his finger into his chest “Say it.

Frankie smiles brightly at him, “I told you so.”

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[kyber-queen]

Fair Deal (Frankie Morales x Reader)

Summary: Super fluffy get-together fic w a gender neutral reader. Set back in their army days, reader is on the Triple Frontier team (Reader’s nickname is Aces). Pope is a little shit, Frankie and reader are oblivious, and everyone knows they’re in love w each other except Frankie and reader. AU where Redfly doesn’t exist bc I Find Him Annoying. 

Rating: Everyone

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of guns, a k*ss perhaps

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This one is for @ mandosbitch on twitter !! This is my first time writing Frankie, I hope I did him justice :) Enjoy!!

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Frankie should have known better by now than to make a bet with Pope. He was three drinks in and Pope was more than eager to take advantage of Frankie’s less-than-sober state. The bar was humming with energy, which only seemed to fuel Frankie’s apprehensiveness.

“Fish, wanna make a deal?” A mischievous smile crept across Pope’s face. They were always deals, never bets. Something about putting the fact that it was a bet right out in the open always seemed like too much of a warning for Pope’s various targets.

Frankie gave him a dubious look. “I never seem to like the outcome of your deals, my friend,” he thumbed the label of his beer, memories of Pope’s past escapades flooding his mind.

“I promise you’ll like this one, just hear me out,” Pope pleaded. He was nothing if not a master swindler.

Frankie paused, intrigued despite his common sense setting off alarm bells in his head. He sighed. “What’s the deal, Pope?”

“You gotta agree to it, first,”.

Frankie scoffed. “In what world would I—”

“Come on, man,”.

Frankie searched Pope’s face, finding it lacking any mirth or malice.

“Alright, deal,”.

Pope’s stoic expression melted away. “I knew you’d agree, you won’t regret it,”.

“Just tell me the deal,”.

Pope swung his beer over in your direction. You were seated at a booth, crammed on one side in between Benny and Will. You were laughing, Benny must have cracked a joke. Pope’s motion caught your attention—you turned your gaze to the bar, where Frankie and Pope awaited the team’s fourth round of drinks. Your eyes lingered on Frankie. You paused a moment, mulling over your words, before deciding against speaking and turning back to Benny and Will.

Frankie interpreted Pope’s gesture in an instant.

“No, Pope, that’s not fair and you know it. You know how long I’ve—”

“You agreed to the deal, fair and square,”.

Frankie sighed, rolling his eyes. “What’re your terms?”

The mischievous look that was missing before was back in Pope’s eyes with a vengeance.

“You, me, firing range tomorrow. Ten shots at 30 yards, whoever is most accurate wins. If you win, I’ll cover your paperwork for a month. If I win, you’re asking Aces on a date,”.

Frankie was going to combust. He wasn’t a bad shot, per se, but Pope held all but three of the squad’s sharpshooting records. The only person who ever gave him any competition was you. You. Frankie still couldn’t believe Pope had brought you into one of his little games. Pope had known about Frankie’s feelings for you before Frankie himself had. Pope knew how much he cared for you, and yet here you were, smack-dab in the middle of one of Pope’s deals.

“I—”

“A deal’s a deal, Fish. A man’s only as good as his word,”.

Frankie spared another selfish glance over at you.

He was screwed.

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Frankie’s eighth shot rang out, echoing off the interior walls of the range. He was edging out Pope, but barely. Pope craned his head, eyeing the small cluster of shots in the center of Frankie’s target sheet.

“Fuck’s gotten into you today, man? You never shoot this well,”.

Frankie gave Pope a self-satisfied smirk, raising his handgun and focusing his aim at the target. He inhaled deeply, his finger hovering over the trigger. He squinted, aligning his sights carefully. His index finger flexed.

“Hey, guys!”

Frankie missed. Not just the bulls-eye, the whole target. When you were around, he never seemed to hit anything.

“Did you tell her to come here?” Frankie hissed.

Pope merely shrugged. The fucker.

“What’s going on here? I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Your eyes darted from Frankie to Santi, detecting the tension that stifled the range.

“Nope,” Pope said, popping the ‘P’. “Just some friendly competition,”.

Pope took his ninth and tenth shots in quick succession—dead on as usual. Frankie rolled his shoulders, shaking his head and raising his gun towards the target. He could practically feel your eyes boring into the back of his head. He aimed. He fired. He missed. Fuck.

Pope didn’t even bother comparing the targets, and Frankie wasn’t about to grovel his way into a tie, especially not in front of you.

You wandered over to Frankie’s firing lane, scrutinizing his target. “Not bad for a pilot,” you appraised, snatching his ballcap from his head and ruffling his messy curls. Frankie gulped. He threw a pleading glance over his shoulder at Pope.

“I’m gonna head out, keep Fish company, will ya?” Pope walked to the exit, passing the two of you. He clapped Frankie on the shoulder before leaving, leaning in and whispering, “A deal’s a deal,”.

You furrowed your brows, watching Santi walk out the door. “Are you sure nothing’s going on?” You handed Frankie his cap back, searching his eyes as he put it back on.

Frankie did his best to appear unbothered. “All good, Aces,”.

“If you say so,”. You retrieved your handgun, focusing your sights on Pope’s used target. You fired off five rounds, each one hitting dead center. You glanced over at Frankie, who appeared very busy fiddling with the clip of his gun. He was acting downright weird. Conversation between you and Frankie had always flowed easily. Even when you had first joined the squad, Frankie was always the one you went to for advice. You trusted him, and he trusted you—which was why he could never know how much you really cared for him. You had been halfway in love with him within weeks of being reassigned to their team. It had been two years now, and you were sure that if he felt the same way for you, he would have made a move by now. Nevermind the fact that you hadn’t exactly been obvious in your affections. You peeked back over at Frankie, who had been blatantly staring at you while you were lost in thought. He turned back to his clip quickly, hoping you didn’t notice.

“Seriously, Fish, what’s going on?”

He said your name. Not your nickname, your real name. His gravity startled you. You set down your gun and walked over to his lane. He inserted a few more rounds into the clip before setting the handgun down with a thud. He raised his gaze to meet yours, and your heart pounded in your chest.

“I—I’ve been meaning to tell you something. For a while now, actually. I care about you, you know? You’re amazing—you’re smart, and funny, and you’re good at what you do. I like you, and I know this probably isn’t what you wanna hear—”

“Frankie,”.

“But I’ve spent the last two years of my life dancing around this—this secret. And you and I? We don’t do secrets. You deserve—”

“Frankie,”.

“To know the truth. And the truth is, I have feelings for you. I know I shouldn’t, I know it’s unprofessional, I know—”

You took his face in your hands, and he paused his soliloquy to look at you. Really look at you.  You smiled.

“Frankie, I have feelings for you too,”. Just like that, a burden was lifted off your shoulders. Frankie grabbed your wrists like a lifeline, your palms on his cheeks grounding him.

“You do?”

You nodded in response. Frankie sat in stunned silence, his warm brown eyes never leaving your face. You noticed his gaze dip from your eyes to your lips for just a moment, and you sucked in a breath.

“Please just kiss me already,”.

The corners of Frankie’s lips quirked up into a grin, and he leaned in. He paused a moment before connecting your lips, and when he did you saw stars. His lips were soft against yours, and his hand travelled up to cup your face. Your hand tangled in his hair, knocking his ballcap off in the process. One hand travelled down to the small of your back. He pulled you ever-closer, your lips moving languidly against his. You reluctantly broke off the kiss with a soft laugh, your eyes locked on his gentle smile—that is, until the two of you recognized the slow clapping coming from behind you two.

Pope was back, this time with Benny and Will in tow.

“Fucking finally,”.

“How long have you been here?” Frankie grumbled, obviously irritated at the interruption.

Will chuckled before responding, “Long enough to know we won’t have to deal with any more lovesick glances from across the bar,”.

You tilted your head. “You knew?”

Benny rolled his eyes. “We all knew,”.

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Triple Frontier: Unwanted Job Chapter 5

Wow it's a new year and a new chapter for you all following the story. I apologize for not updating very frequently, but my job has been very hectic. This chapter is going to be a lot of domestic Frankie/Catfish which I absolutely adore. If y’all have any thing that you think could be added feel free to let me know. WARNING: Fluff, Cursing, Sexual Tension, Awkward Conversations, First Date and Heated Scene. The italics are text messages between characters.

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The sun was filtering in through the blinds when Frankie opened his eyes. The side of the bed where Cait had been was empty, but he could hear her shuffling around in the kitchen. He went to get up and realized that he couldn’t get his leg to support all of his weight. He tried again, but this time he fell straight to the floor with a loud thud. Next thing he knew Cait was kneeling down beside him trying to keep him from moving. “Jesus Frankie you have to take it easy. Are you okay? Any pain? Which reminds me I need to give you your morning dose of pain meds”, she assessed. 

“I’m alright hermosa I just couldn’t put my full weight on my leg”, he pouted. “Frankie you were shot it just doesn’t magically heal overnight”, she chuckled. He ducked his head sheepishly as she helped him to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m going to go get some water for you to take your pills. Do not move from that spot Francisco Morales”, she scolded. He grinned as she swished out of the room to go get a glass of water. “Here you go”, she told him making her way into his room. 

He quickly popped open the pill bottle and took a pill into his hand. He downed it with the glass of water she had handed him. “If you want to stay here I can bring you your breakfast”, she told him. “Hermosa you don’t have to make me breakfast”, he sighed. “Nonsense that's why I’m here. To help you until you are back to a hundred percent. Besides you might want to let the pain medication do its magic before you get up again”, she instructed.

He nodded and it wasn’t a couple minutes later Cait came strolling back in with a plate. He noticed she had made an omelette. “We need to go to the store today so we can get groceries”, she hummed. He nodded as he took a bite and groaned which caused a shiver to run down her spine. “This is good. I could eat this every morning and be content”, he complimented. She only nodded as she tried to hide the blush on her cheeks. 

“Well I will let you finish your breakfast and then we can get ready to go to the store. I mean unless you want to stay here”, she announced. “No, I can go to the store. I just may be a little slow with this leg”, he shrugged. She waited until he was finished before she took the plate and fork back to the kitchen to set them in the sink. When she came back in she helped Catfish to his feet. She noticed the slight grimace and without a second thought she put her hand on his stomach to steady him.

He sucked in a breath as she helped steady him with her hand. He didn’t know if she knew that her touch sent sparks flying in his veins, but he was relishing the contact with her. The last couple days had been extremely hard since they shared beds, but now he was seeking out the touches whereas before it was just a small flame was now igniting a fire. Cait didn’t seem to notice his breathing become a little deeper or if she did she didn’t let on. “Okay do you think you can get ready by yourself”, she questioned. “If I need you I’ll call for you”, he said limping to his dresser. 

Cait stopped at the door and turned to watch him which caught his eye. He stopped rummaging in his dresser drawer and looked at her with a smile. “What?”, he questioned. “Nothing”, she replied with a grin as she turned to walk out. Once she made it to the kitchen she checked her phone where she had a text from Benny which read: Hey hope you and Fish aren’t getting too frisky and June says hi. She quickly typed her reply: Why are you like this. He is injured and I will not take advantage of him like that! Tell June I said hi and make sure if you all screw that she should make you wear a condom. We don’t need any Benny Juniors runnin around.

She chuckled as she hit the send button waiting to see if Benny would even respond. She was about to go check on Frankie when her phone alerted. Benny: I can’t believe you would think so lowly of me XP. Oh and I’m sure Fish wouldn’t mind if you took advantage of him. Just imagine that, him not being able to do anything about it, not that he would want to.

She quickly typed back: You perv I would never do that to Frankie. She sent it and waited for Frankie to appear, but when he didn’t she began to worry, but her phone alerted again. Benny: Well if he asked you to do it would you? I bet you both would be kinky as hell >:). Cait choked on the water she was drinking when she read the text. She shot back: Benny what the hell! She was absolutely red with embarrassment. The alert came through and she was hesitant to open the text. Benny: Well would you do it if he asked this is a serious question Cait 

Cait stared at the phone as though the answer had already typed itself. Cait: I mean if he genuinely asked and we were in a relationship then yes I would, but we aren’t dating. Hell why am I even talking to you about this. Benny: Because you care for the dork that’s why. He cares about you. You’re just too blind to see it. You know that Santiago has a bet going that you two will fuck before he even gets his stitches removed. Cait: I can’t believe he bet on something that won’t happen. Wait did you bet for us fucking or against it. You know what I don’t even want to know. 

Benny: Of course I bet that you two would and June did too. Because the spark is there and it will ignite into a beautiful flame. Cait: I swear you… wait June bet to? Stop corrupting her, she is a nice woman! Damn it who bet we wouldn’t sleep together? Benny: Well I think the only one that bet against you all fucking was Tom. Cait: Well tell Tom he will get his money Benny: I think you two should definitely go on a couple dates first, but definitely give him the WAP! HE DESERVES THE WAP!

Cait’s jaw dropped and she squeaked when she read the text. Frankie had just hobbled into the kitchen when she squeaked, and he smiled at the adorable noise that came out of her mouth. “Who’s texting you?”, Frankie asked. She almost dropped her phone, but quickly shut the screen off. “Oh it was Benny wanting to check up on us”, she huffed. Frankie raised an eyebrow as if he didn’t believe a word she said. “Well are you ready to go? I can drive”, she announced. “No that’s okay I can drive besides my right leg is fine”, he responded. “No I will be driving due to the fact you are on pain meds Francisco”, she smiled sweetly. 

He shivered when she said his name like that, but he had already grabbed the keys to the truck. “Uh uh hand 'em over”, she said, coming to stand in his way. “No, I think I can handle the pain meds and driving”, he pouted. He held them above his head as she frowned. She stretched up to reach them, but he held them a little further away each time. His smile widened as she huffed trying to take them again, but he held them just out of reach. “Fine”, she growled. 

He followed behind her grabbing his ball cap and putting it on as he left. He locked the door to the house, and clipped the keys to his belt loop. Cait knew she needed to get those keys, and she hatched a little plan. She followed him to the drivers side of the truck, and he turned around to face her with confusion written all over his face. It was now or never and she had to swallow down her nerves. 

She looked down to the ground and put on what Benny called her “I want you” face. She looked back up to Frankie, and he swore his mouth went dry. Cait then gently pushed him back against the truck door, and his eyes widened. She pushed up against him putting her hands on his chest then slowly dragged a hand down, and Frankie swore he was about to combust. Her hand traveled to his belt, and he was trying to think of anything other than what she was doing. He couldn’t look away as she brushed his belt with her finger tips. 

She made her move and quickly unclipped the keys from his belt loop, and danced backwards with a smirk on her face. “Thanks for the keys”, she giggled while jangling the keys. He shook his head and tried to breathe, and tried to get his semi erection to go down. “That was unfair, but know this little game isn’t over”, he grumbled as he made his way to the passenger side. Once they were both in she started the truck and started down the gravel drive. 

The radio played on a rock station, and they listened until they reached the parking lot of the grocery store. Cait shut the truck off and made sure Frankie was good to go. “Okay I know what I like, but I need to know what you usually stock the fridge and pantry with”, she informed him. Frankie told her what he normally got, and she had a horrified look on her face. “What I like to be simple”, he blushed ducking his head. Cait watched him hide his face under the bill of his hat.

“Frankie you grocery shop like you are making MRE packets”, she joked. “Well let’s see what you would pick then”, he scoffed. “Alright”, she smiled. She walked slowly to keep beside Frankie as she started to pick items off the shelves. Every once in a while she would bend over a display, and Frankie couldn’t help but stare at her perfect ass. One elderly lady caught him staring and when they locked eyes the old woman laughed. 

He ducked his head as his face heated up at being caught. When Cait turned around to a blushing Frankie the old lady called out, “Your boyfriend is a shy one isn’t he”, she smiled. “Oh he isn’t my boyfriend”, Cait blushed. “Oh honey you would make such a great couple, and probably some cute babies too. Better snatch him up before somebody else does”, she chuckled. “Well I don’t know if we would be ready for a relationship with the things he stocks his fridge with”, Cait giggled. “Oh trust me even after your married men couldn’t stock a fridge to save their lives”, the elderly woman shared. 

Frankie was in awe at how she handled the elderly woman as if she knew her all her life. When the woman bid them a great day Cait looked to Frankie with a smile that made him want to tell her how he felt. “What do you think about lasagna for dinner tonight with some red wine, and maybe a movie with popcorn?”, she asked over her shoulder. “So like a date?”, he questioned. She stopped abruptly and turned to look at him. He was about to make a joke that it was the pain killers making him say stupid shit, but he would be a liar.

“I would really like that”, she responded. Now Frankie was grinning ear to ear because the woman he had been wanting to date for years now just said yes to a date. “Well I guess we better get everything we will need. I’ll make my mothers recipe that she taught me”, she giddily responded. “So does this make us… ya know…”, Frankie dared to say the words he was afraid would scare her away. “Boyfriend and girlfriend… Yeah I like the sound of that”, she nodded. They both stood there looking like two loons as they smiled at each other until a guy cleared his throat.

“Oh sorry”, Cait said as she moved so he could get by. Cait noticed how Frankie kept glancing down at her hand and she quickly grabbed his hand. They walked down several isles and she placed what she would need in the cart. At one point she couldn’t reach the red wine she wanted on the top shelf so Frankie stepped right up behind her to get it down. She turned and smiled up at him as she took the bottle from his hand. Then his hands gingerly landed on her hips as if he would break her.

He was contemplating on a kiss, but another shopper brushed past his leg and pain made him pull away with a hiss. “Frankie are you okay”, she said glaring at the person that just passed them. “I’m alright”, he breathed. When he was ready they finished up their shopping and headed towards the check out. Cait laughed as the elderly woman from before spotted them a couple checkout lanes over. She raised her and Frankies hand and she beamed with a knowing smile as Cait mouthed a thank you to her. 

Once they got everything back to the truck she loaded all the groceries in the back. While she was distracted Frankie grabbed the keys and got into the drivers side. She only rolled her eyes but got into the passenger side and shut the door. As he started the truck he looked over at her as if wanting to ask her something. She quickly scooted over the bench seat to the middle of the old truck as he slung his arm across the back of the seat. It took a while but they both finally relaxed enough and she started to sing to the old rock station. 

It was as if time slowed as he watched her sing Dreams by Fleetwood Mac. When they reached the house she shooed him inside, and insisted that when he was better, then he could help bring in groceries. She stocked the fridge and pantry with everything they had bought, and by the time she was done she realized she needed a shower. “Hey I’m going to take a quick shower before I start making dinner”, she told him from the kitchen. “Alright and I’ll take one once you're done”, he hummed. She was still giddy with excitement and nerves as she took the toiletries she had gotten at the store to the bathroom. 

Frankie picked up his phone while Cait was in the shower and sent a quick text to Santiago. Frankie: Hey man you will never guess what happened today. Santiago replied almost immediately: Please tell me you both finally fucked Frankie: What? No, I asked Cait about having a date. She said it herself we are both officially boyfriend and girlfriend. Santiago: Holy shit you actually asked her. Was it romantic like you kneeling down and asking her. Frankie: No hijo de puta. I asked her while we were out at the store it just kinda slipped, but she said yes and said that we are official.

Santiago: Well congrats man. Hey I gotta go a couple girls just walked into the bar, and they might be twins. Frankie: Well have fun with that I have a date to get ready for.  When Cait came out with her hair braided, and in jeans and a band shirt he thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. “Showers all yours Frankie”, she said heading into the kitchen. As soon as he rounded the corner Cait pulled out her phone. 

Cait: Benny omg you will not guess what just happened! Benny: You finally let that man have the WAP!? Cait: No you jackass Frankie asked me out on a date and I said yes. We are dating now like what do I do and don’t say I should give him the WAP or I’ll kill you. Benny: On a serious note just be yourself. That's why he likes you. Cait: What if I mess this up like with well you know. Benny: What happened with that fucker wasn’t your fault. Cait, Fish loves you for you not for what you can give him Cait: Thank you Benny. Hey I gotta go make lasagna for date night. We can talk later.

Benny: Go get him tigress. Cait chuckled at the last message and turned on her phone's music playlist. The lasagna was taking longer to make because she was making it from scratch like her mother used to do. She was swaying to the music when she felt hands on her hips that made her jump slightly. “Looks good. Need any help?”, Frankie asked. “Yes actually you can go ahead and open the wine. I got two bottles so we won’t run out any time soon”, she told him. He did as she said and grabbed two wine glasses out of the cupboard. 

He poured the wine into their respective glasses and she sipped from hers. He took a sip and was hit with a sweet flavor. “Sorry if it’s too sweet I like sweet reds over dry reds”, she shrugged. “No it’s really good I just wasn’t expecting it to be sweet like you”, he popped off. Cait blushed and he grinned. “So he can flirt”, she giggled while taking some more sips of wine. “There is a lot that you don’t know about me”, he winked. 

Everything seemed to fall into place then and they bantered back and forth. The lasagna needed to bake and Cait placed it in the oven and set a timer. Frankie had been a little quiet so she walked into the dining area and she almost felt like she was floating when she came in. He had set a table cloth down and had a candle in the middle of it that was flickering. Her eyes landed on Frankie as he smoothed out some wrinkles in the cloth. “Oh… um I figured since this would be our first date that I should maybe make it look nice. I mean it isn’t much, but it will do I guess”, he rambled. “Oh Frankie I love it!”, she smiled as her eyes burned with tears. 

Before she talked herself out of it she walked over and gave him a quick peck on the lips. When she went to pull away he grabbed her hand pulling her back to him. “You have no idea how many years I have waited for that”, he smiled. Cait blushed as he brought his hands up to cup her face. “If we are moving too fast or I do something you don’t like please tell me”, he pleaded. “I want this. All of this. All you have to give me and more”, she whispered. That was all he needed as he surged forward.

It was slow and sensual as he kissed her, and when she moaned he took the opportunity to explore her mouth. She didn’t fight or pull away if anything she relaxed more. He continued until they both needed to breath and he reluctantly pulled away as Cait tried to chase his lips. He pulled her close and rested his forehead against hers. “I was an idiot for not telling you how I felt all those years ago”, he hummed. “Well I’m here and we’re together now so we will make the most of it”, she chirped. He stole a few more kisses until the timer on the oven went off. 

Cait quickly got two plates and served up lasagna, garlic bread and a vegetable mix. Frankie grabbed his plate and they sat at the table to eat. Cait refilled their wine glasses and Frankie took the first bite of lasagna. The groan he let out was almost pornagraphic and Cait rubbed her thighs together at the sound. “This is amazing!”, he said around a mouthful of lasagna. “I’m glad you like it”, she laughed. They talked and ate until they had emptied their plates. They both had at least two and a half glasses of wine.

Cait went to take the plates to the kitchen and started to wash them. “Why don’t you go ahead and pick a movie while I clean up and put the popcorn in”, she suggested. “Sure thing Novia”, he called from the living room. She smiled at the nickname as she finished up the dishes and pulled the popcorn to put over the stove. “It may take me a minute because this popcorn is one you put over an open flame”, she called out. “That’s alright I’m still trying to find a movie”, he called back.

Once the popcorn was done she poured it into a bowl and went into the living room where Frankie had a movie ready to go. “What are we watching?”, she asked as she curled into Frankie’s side. “Casablanca”, he replied as he made room for her. “Perfect I love that movie”, Cait replied. They watched the movie and ate their popcorn and at one point Frankie had needed to move his leg. She got up and he stretched out on the couch and pulled her down between him and the back of the sofa. 

Near the middle of the movie he looked down to see Cait tucked close with her head on his chest. Every once in a while she would hum in contentment, and he never wanted things to go back to the way it had been. Her being his is all he had ever wanted and now with her here in his arms he was content. Before he realized the credits were rolling and she had gotten up to take the bowl back in the kitchen. When she came back he was sitting up and he grabbed her hips and pulled her down to him where she straddled his lap.

She was smiling and somewhat giddy from the wine which he smiled at. She leaned forward to kiss him and he leaned back into the couch letting her take the lead. Cait blamed it on the wine, but she had always imagined what kissing him like this would be like. The kisses became more needy and she let out a whine that had him gripping her hips and pulling her down on him. She gasped when she felt something hard beneath her. “Mmmmmm Novia”, he groaned as she ground her hips down onto his jean covered cock.

He was letting her take control, and it was going great until he tried to buck up into her. He hissed as pain shot through his leg and she jumped. “Frankie oh my God I am so sorry”, she apologized. “No it was my fault Hermosa I was too eager”, he assured her. “We should get to bed besides it's time for your pain medication”, she informed him. He let her lead him into the bedroom where she left him to get dressed into his night clothes.

He pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of gray sweats that hung low on his hips. He then went and brushed his teeth before bed. When Cait knocked he told her to come in and she gave him a glass of water to take his pain pill with. She excused herself and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and change into a tank top and shorts. When she came back out Frankie held the blanket open for her and she slid under the covers.

He pulled her into his side with his good arm, and she molded herself to him. “Goodnight Cait”, he told her. “Goodnight Frankie”, she replied with a yawn. Frankie waited and listened for her breathing to even out signaling that she was finally asleep. The pain pill was catching up to him and the excitement of the day. He placed a loving kiss to the top of her head, and drifted off to sleep.

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Holy crapola guys there ya have it!

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Hey, I wanna quickly break your heart with the

Sanji is reincarnated as Zuko AU

Suddenly, he’s a prince again. He’s alone once more. He has a sister but unlike Reiju, Azula is set on physically and mentally breaking him. His mother, Ursa, is just as kind as Sora was... and she vanishes from his life just a quick. For the second time, there’s a father who wants him dead. A father who thinks he doesn’t deserve his title. A father who trains him to the ground and leaves him battered and broken. His only friends are the turtleducks in the palace’s pond but when Azula finds out, they’re cruelly set on fire and Sanji has to watch. Sometimes he feels as if his life as Sanji had never happened. As if the Straw Hats are just a product of his imagination.

Sanji-as-Zuko grows up empty and fragile like a seashell. For as long as he’s been alive, he’s craved a cigarette and can’t stop his hands which used to be so firm and sure from shaking - his hands that he has to fight with because Ozai beats him black and blue when he refuses to. His only joy apart from the turtleducks is cooking. But Azula finds out quickly and uses it against him.

When he is thirteen, he wants to know more about the war that’s going on. Foolishly, because he’s always been too kind-hearted, he speaks out against the slaughter of an entire division of young soldiers. He accepts the Agni Kai, mainly because Ozai would beat him up again if he didn’t. There is no haki in this world. When he turns around on the tribune, he feels as if this is it. This is the end of this life. It’s done. And Sanji just kneels, peacefully at last as he says “Make it quick.”

The next thing he knows is an unimaginable pain and then he wakes up on a boat. His uncle is at his side - and he’s reminded of Zeff when the old man directs his kind eyes towards him. “How are you feeling, Prince Zuko?” he asks. Sanji’s stomach revolts at the idea of being seriously called prince (it was alright on Little Garden because he used it sarcastically but this? No, he can’t do it.) so he says “Please... just Zuko.”

Iroh and Sanji slowly get to know each other better - and Iroh finds out Sanji’s not inclined on going Avatar hunting (which he’s very happy about). They open up a floating tea shop/restaurant called the Jasmine Dragon and Sanji’s of course internally aching all the time because he’s reminded of his time at the Baratie. He misses Zeff and all the other cooks so damn much. He misses his crew. But Iroh helps him immensly and teaches him how to firebend with his mouth and feet (because Sanji still refuses to use his hands). By the way, Sanji-as-Zuko grows his hair over his left eye and he basically has his pre-timeskip haircut. Obviously he smokes (but with one of those fancy long pipes)... and yes, his pervyness returnes as soon as his puberty kicks in. (Iroh kind of encourages it too, ngl)

One day, a happy-go-lucky kid claiming to be the Avatar lands with his four companions (Appa, Momo, Katara and Sokka) in front of the Jasmine Dragon. Of course Sanji goes with them. Even if he - just for old time’s sake - refuses the offer of joining this ragtag crew at first.

Parallels to consider:

- Sanji and Zuko both start out as princes and end up as sailors. - Sanji and Zuko are both stealthy (Stealth Black/Invisibility fruit and Blue Spirit) - Sanji and Zuko both end up at restaurants (kinda) - If Sanji were a fully realized Vinsmoke, he’d have black hair - They both wield fire. - They both have asshats as fathers. - Metal Helmet & Facial Scar traumas - Sanji kinda used double knifes in his fight against Wanze. - They’re both very kind but hide their kindness behind a facade. - They’re both on batshit insane crews.

[[Alternatively!: Sanji isn’t the only reincarnated Straw Hat. Luffy is Aang (of course), Zoro is Toph (Everybody’s like “We can’t give the blind girl a sword, much less three” and then their asses are beaten by Zoro lol) (or Jet or Suki - all three would fit for him, tbh), Usopp is Sokka, Nami is Katara, Chopper is Momo, the Klabautermann of the Merry/Sunny is Appa, Robin is Suki or Mai OR JUNE OMG, Franky is Combustion Man, Brook is Bumi (or the skeleton of monk Gyatso eiwoufherfughiehuirfuherfuheru), Jinbe is Iroh (he only remembers his past life when Luffy comes along) and if Carrot joins she’s Ty Lee]]

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Fantastic Four Vol 1 #235

Mon May 04 2020 [07:44 PM] Wack'd: Last time: EGO THE LIVING PLANET [07:44 PM] Umbramatic: ah, an old friend [07:46 PM] Wack'd: If you've ever wondered what Ego's pours look like have I got a treat for you

[07:47 PM] Bocaj: I didn't but thank you [07:47 PM] Umbramatic: p o r e s [07:47 PM] Wack'd: So after landing and determining Ego smells awful they find he's got a giant jet engine strapped to him that allows him to move through space [07:47 PM] Bocaj: Wait that’s how he does it [07:47 PM] Bocaj: I just assumed it was planetary power [07:47 PM] Wack'd: It's a "siderial propulsion unit" [07:48 PM] Wack'd: But yeah he's just got a big ol' jet pack [07:48 PM] Bocaj: What a zenoma sekot of him [07:48 PM] Umbramatic: PLANET-SIZE JET PACK [07:49 PM] Wack'd: Haha so apparently [07:49 PM] Wack'd: The giant jet engine wasn't his idea [07:50 PM] Wack'd: His as-of-yet-unnamed enemy strapped it to him to make him someone else's problem [07:50 PM] Wack'd: But he learned to control it and now he's everyone's problem [07:50 PM] Umbramatic: ego: i am going to cause problems on purpouse [07:52 PM] Wack'd: I don't have a joke for this panel I just think it looks neat

[07:53 PM] Umbramatic: oh god oh fuck i'm having flashbacks to the eighth pokemon movie [07:53 PM] Wack'd: Anyway. Fight fight fight [07:53 PM] Wack'd: Sue realizes the antibodies are following her based on her footsteps so invisibility is pointless. Instead she makes a giant pillar which they all run into like Looney Tunes [07:54 PM] Aleph Null: ego the living planet: gross as fuck [07:55 PM] Bocaj: now now nobody looks nice at that magnification [07:55 PM] Wack'd: Reed: I will make whatever assumptions I need to in order to avoid moral culpability

[07:55 PM] Umbramatic: also the cells you get rid of when you get a haircut are dead already [07:55 PM] Aleph Null: is reed a bojack [07:56 PM] Wack'd: Okay but Will Arnett would kill playing 616-Reed [07:56 PM] Aleph Null: how many hundreds of times have you contemplated a fantastic four cartoon voice cast? [07:57 PM] Wack'd: Aleph Null : How many loaves of bread have you eaten in your life? [07:57 PM] Bocaj: there's like bacteria and mites and stuff on hair i guess [07:57 PM] Bocaj: but. [07:57 PM] Aleph Null: hehe funny jojo [07:57 PM] Bocaj: He's a funny monkey [07:58 PM] Wack'd: Meanwhile, back in New York, we check in on Frankie Raye [07:58 PM] Bocaj: love me some mysterious side cast [07:59 PM] Wack'd: Oh cool I love 9 Chickweed Lane

[08:00 PM] Bocaj: Did she blindfold the teddie bear [08:00 PM] Wack'd: She did. Dunno what's up with that [08:01 PM] Wack'd: Maybe to prevent this very situation of the bear seeing her naked [08:01 PM] Bocaj: That sure is an interesting set of decisions that have led to this [08:02 PM] Wack'd: She and her long long legs contemplate giving Johnny a call and then she catches a glimpse of her naked body in the mirror and has a freakout because, as the narrative caption informs us, "she knows!" [08:02 PM] Wack'd: Big dysphoria mood [08:02 PM] Umbramatic: mood [08:04 PM] Wack'd: Back in space the Four have reached the giant jet pack and removed a battery from it. (Think, like, 1.25 Ben Grimms tall.) But before they can complete whatever plan Reed has, Ego chucks a mountain of bone at them and they have to make a run for it [08:05 PM] Umbramatic: DEM BONES [08:06 PM] Wack'd: Reed wants to blow it up next to Ego's brain to stun him [08:07 PM] Wack'd: Apparently Reed's body makes him uniquely susceptible to...the pressure of going to the center of a planet?

[08:07 PM] Wack'd: I mean I guess Sue has force fields and Ben is already extremely dense [08:08 PM] Wack'd: You'd think this would be a problem for Johnny though [08:08 PM] Bocaj: He is also pretty dense [08:08 PM] Wack'd: 🥁 [08:08 PM] Bocaj: 🙃 [08:08 PM] Umbramatic: AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY [08:08 PM] Bocaj: More psuedo sciency though he can get hot as the sun without violenting combusting the atmosphere so that means something [08:08 PM] Bocaj: Maybe. [08:09 PM] Wack'd: Sue however cannot take the heat so. YEET

[08:10 PM] Bocaj: I can't believe she's been yote [08:10 PM] Umbramatic: this is going to be one of those "and only one remains" things isn't it [08:10 PM] Bocaj: I like those things when done well [08:10 PM] Wack'd: Big ups to Umbra [08:10 PM] Umbramatic: jrpgs LOVE to do that shit [08:10 PM] Wack'd: Johnny can't deal with the pressure anymore and decides this "isn't the time for false pride”. Nopes out [08:10 PM] Umbramatic: HA [08:11 PM] Bocaj: the party based gameplay engine loves to widdle a party down to one? Really? [08:11 PM] maxwellelvis: I prefer when the party dwindles because each person is caught up in a grudge match with one of the bad guys, but this is a cool take on it too. [08:11 PM] Wack'd: ...friggin [08:12 PM] Wack'd: I was gonna be like "where have I seen 'blowing up a giant brain' as a solution before" [08:12 PM] Wack'd: But this is literally how they get Ego in Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2, huh [08:12 PM] Bocaj: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2: This one with more feels [08:12 PM] Wack'd: Wonder if James Gunn read this issue or if it's just the natural solution to a living planet [08:13 PM] Wack'd: Or maybe other issues since have aped this, I dunno [08:14 PM] Wack'd: Anyway enjoy the money shot of Ego's brain

[08:14 PM] Bocaj: I can't believe they're going to kill Ego the Living Planet already. What will we use to mock bad Byrne? [08:16 PM] Wack'd: It turns out Ego's enemy, the reason he came to Earth, was Galactus [08:16 PM] Wack'd: Which makes sense. Circle of life and all that [08:16 PM] Wack'd: And apparently Galactus has done fuck-all since the Sphinx saga so this Earth is where the trail went cold [08:16 PM] Umbramatic: CIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRCLE OF LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFE [08:17 PM] Wack'd: Plant-eater eats planet, planet teams up with Norse god to fight him off, planet goes back on deal with Norse god, Norse god and planet-eater team up to strap a giant jetpack to planet [08:17 PM] Wack'd: You know [08:17 PM] Wack'd: The circle of life [08:18 PM] maxwellelvis: Thor? [08:18 PM] Wack'd: Yeah [08:18 PM] Wack'd: Anyway apparently being away from his sun is slowly killing Ego [08:19 PM] Wack'd: Anyway Ben throws the makeshift bomb at Ego's brain [08:19 PM] Wack'd: And misses [08:19 PM] Wack'd: He misses a target the size of a moon [08:19 PM] Bocaj: dammit ben you were a foot the ball player [08:19 PM] Wack'd: Good god, Ben [08:20 PM] Wack'd: So now Ego knows what they were attempting and is pissed off [08:20 PM] Wack'd: And decides to burn Earth to death [08:20 PM] Wack'd: Fires up one of his jet engines [08:20 PM] Wack'd: Buuuuuuut they stole one of the batteries [08:20 PM] maxwellelvis: Way to biff that one up, Ben [08:20 PM] Wack'd: So now he can only turn left [08:21 PM] Bocaj: oh my god [08:21 PM] maxwellelvis: *Mel Blanc car sputtering ensues* [08:21 PM] Wack'd: FUCK I FUCKED UP MY THROAT LAUGHING TOO HARD

[08:22 PM] Wack'd: THIS IS INCREDIBLE [08:22 PM] Wack'd: EGO YOU FUCKING DINGDONG WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST TURN OFF THE ENGINE BEFORE YOU THREW YOURSELF INTO THE SUN [08:22 PM] Bocaj: wow [08:23 PM] Bocaj: Its honestly a little great how often the solution to things is to throw them into the sun [08:23 PM] Wack'd: You can't solve all your problems that way but you can solve enough of them to keep things interesting [08:24 PM] Bocaj: Is it all that you hoped for? [08:24 PM] Wack'd: Lucky for Ben instead of slowly boiling into nothing, Ego explodes, allowing the remaining three to find him and rescue him in the jet [08:25 PM] Bocaj: I can't believe Ego the Living Planet is dead forever [08:25 PM] Wack'd: I feel like probably if you're this close to the sun you're dead but alright

[08:26 PM] Bocaj: U-unstable molecules? [08:27 PM] Wack'd: big "it's a three-hour paddle home" energy

[08:27 PM] Bocaj: Did they pack days of food and oxygen [08:27 PM] Bocaj: Since I assume they don't die i'm just going to assume so [08:27 PM] Wack'd: Look they've jettisoned most of their bodies to save on energy requirements, what more do you want [08:28 PM] Bocaj: Pffft [08:28 PM] Wack'd: Also I hate how John Bryne draws Ben's head from the front [08:28 PM] Bocaj: He looks like a Toad Mariobros who needs to moisturize [08:28 PM] Wack'd: It's like one half of the cheeseburger head *Two-in-One* gives him [08:28 PM] maxwellelvis: His head looks like a big--

[knightsims]

Week 19 in Rosedale is over, so let’s do the weekly recap! :D Week 19 was the time of the great ‘Bandican folder failure’ so I lost quite a lot of pictures, so apologies that some of the recaps are so short!

Births: 13 Deaths: 6 (-1 for a genie revive)

SOMERSET:

Nicholas gave birth to his and Costel Couderc’s baby girl Sadie.

Costel moved in.

Sadie turned into a toddler.

EVANS:

Iola turned into an elder.

Bellamy turned into a teenager.

Vesuvia turned into a child.

They adopted two pets; a puppy named Jynx and an adult cat named Citrine.

Asher turned into an adult. He then entered a relationship with townie Vera Chambers, and they moved out on Monday morning.

RAY:

Tharen and Rigel turned into adults. Tharen entered a relationship with Sofia Bledel, and they all moved out at the end of the week.

Joseph’s alien abduction from the week before resulted in the birth of another son, Vega!

Leia turned into a teenager.

COUDERC:

They adopted a new kitten called Chai!

Socks ate some Kibble of Life.

Jason and Kelly went on a date. Kelly then immediately died, causing Jason to have a conflicting line of memories about her dying, the date being horrible and then inheriting some money.

Hera turned into a teenager.

Jason rolled some wants about finding a new girlfriend, so he went on a handful of dates with downtownie Davina Cofield.

Hera spawned a social bunny that made fun of her while she was sleeping.

Hera tried to fix the computer and started a fire! She then caught the whole room on fire and died as a result! Thankfully, Jason used the genie lamp and brought her back to life (successfully; no zombies this time!)

Jason rolled a want to propose to Davina, so they got engaged and quickly married in the kitchen.

ARBON:

Grimmy and the Hula Zombies came in a ‘two for one’ deal for Mae and Carlos!

Vivienne continued making robots until she reached the gold badge! She then made herself a robot girlfriend named Claire!

SWAFFORD:

Dean entered an informal relationship with Hayley Brewster!

Someone set the kitchen on fire again.

Grimmy came for Ronica one five consecutive nights, but she beat him at the game of chance every single time.

Hayley left Dean an ElectroDance Sphere after their date.

Teagan and Lane turned into teenagers.

Colt woohooed with Apple Brewster.

Lane got a womrat.

Dean and Colt turned into adults. Due to the ROS roll of needing to get someone pregnant, Colt invited over the most attractive townie he knew called Tameko Clarke, fell in love, asked her to move in and successfully got her pregnant.

Dean moved out with his cat Bella, and Colt moved out with Tameko and their unborn child.

COUDERC II:

Ethan got chased by bees.

Nova drank straight from the bottle at their new bar.

Evelyn turned into an adult. She then went on a blind date and fell in love with townie Candice Barnett! And when I wasn’t looking, Evelyn fell pregnant.

Kayla and Zenith turned into teenagers.

Evelyn and Candice moved out.

BREWSTER:

Gwyneth and Leland went to her restaurant to serve dinner to townies. Once again, Gwyneth and her max cooking skill burnt the cake slice.

Hayley turned into an adult. Thanks to ACR, Hayley saw Lirit Wheatley on the side of the street and immediately went to woo her. They made out, woohooed and got Hayley pregnant...

The quadruplets turned into teenagers.

Hayley gave birth to Lirit’s newest daughter, Cheyenne, to an audience of most of her siblings.

Someone set the kitchen on fire!

Apple turned into an adult.

Aeryn and Garrus got into a fight in the bathroom, then both glared at their older brother Saros like he’d done something...

Not wanting her sister to raise a daughter on her own, Apple moved out with Hayley and Cheyenne.

MAZZA:

Due to ROS, Bailey had to have a 2-day affair. Most of the two days was spent trying to get her to romantically interact with Ronica Swafford, local marriage-ruiner.

Emmett turned into an adult. He had a string of bad luck trying to find a girlfriend.

Ali the cat died!

Joel turned into an adult and went into immediate aspiration failure.

Bailey set the kitchen on fire.

The matchmaker left the family a genie lamp! Emmett then wished for beauty.

After his genie wish, Emmett went on a successful date with townie Jessica Ingham.

Grimmy came for Daryl!

HARRISON:

Danica used the treadmill to get fit.

Roman turned into a child and started painting.

VILLIERS II:

They lost §17,500 in a stock-market crash (thanks ROS).

Kaylyn turned into an adult.

She entered a relationship with townie Anya Colville, who ended up getting her pregnant.

Grace sold some paintings.

LAUPER:

Maximilian turned into a teenager.

They got another cat named Skittles.

Valentina got started on a novel.

DIRGE:

Alexis turned into an adult.

She entered a relationship with Joel Mazza and they got married at the end of the week.

Grimmy came a few times for Kit but as he’d wished for the ability to cheat death, he didn’t actually die.

GREEN:

Angelica turned into a toddler and then a child.

Rose turned into an elder.

Lirit was caught cheating with townie Marietta Sanna. She then rolled a want to get engaged to her, so she and Marietta moved out, leaving Rose and Angelica behind.

COUDERC III:

The ROS roll for the week was for good witchcraft, so Regina turned into a witch.

She and Bernie got married at the park.

HASSOURAS:

Lucas and Lucio moved into a tiny home after leaving Regina the week before.

Lucas entered a relationship with townie Leonie Olsen.

They got married, and Leonie fell pregnant and gave birth to a baby daughter named Astra.

AGUILERA:

They moved into a much larger home.

Deigo turned into a toddler and then a child.

Isaiah kept working at his toy shop and gained a few business levels.

TERRANOVA:

Kat and Kent moved out of the apartment and into a proper house.

Kent woohooed with townie Yvonne Ki.

Kat befriended local-high warlock Trey Girdler.

O’BRIEN:

Noah went into multiple aspiration failures.

Altair turned into a toddler then a child.

Jonathan gave birth to his second alien son, Vulcan. He then turned into a toddler later in the week.

Noah fell pregnant but didn’t give birth.

Jonathan sold some paintings.

NOYES:

Victor, Anthea and their young son James moved into their own house.

Grimmy came for Victor!

Anthea made money where she could, but spent most of her time looking after her son and the garden.

James turned into a toddler.

EVANS-SWAFFORD:

Sian Evans and Audrey Swafford moved into a small house together as roommates as neither of them could afford a house on their own.

Sian got into a poking match with a townie.

Sian angered the bees.

Audrey woohooed with townie Edward Wren.

Sian woohooed with townie Holly Goth, and also local evil witch Lyndsay Browne after Audrey wanted to learn the witchy ways from her.

Audrey then turned into an evil witch herself.

Sian and Audrey eventually woohooed with each other.

ALLISON:

Lizbeth, Nathaniel and Marilyn moved into their own home.

Lizbeth gave birth to a son named Asra! He then turned into a toddler later in the week.

Marilyn turned into a toddler then a child.

Lizbeth proposed to Nathaniel!

SHAYE:

Micah and Joy moved into their own tiny home; one built by Micah’s own father Ethan many weeks before!

They went on an outing to Mountain Lake, where they saw Micah’s father and a couple of friends and extended family.

While Micah was at work, Joy woohooed with townie Benito Rossi!

LYE:

Andy and his fiancée Odette moved into their own house (there’s a lot of that this week).

Odette found some buried treasure!

Andy woohooed with local servo Claire Arbon while Odette was off saving people from fires!

Due to the ROS roll, Joseph Villiers came over and turned Andy into a werewolf!

Andy cheated again, but this time with the newly-married Davina Cofield!

Andy and Odette got their Garden Club application rejected.

BROWNE II:

Once again, Davina Cofield was involved in cheating drama as she and Toby woohooed multiple times while Gillian was at work.

Gideon turned into a toddler then a child later in the week.

Gillian gave birth to twins, Valentine and Tallulah! They turned into toddlers later in the week.

Gillian fell pregnant to risky woohoo literally seconds after giving birth. She went into labour a second time in one week and gave birth to another daughter, Demeter.

LAUPER II:

Uncle/nephew warlock/vampire combo Sawyer Couderc and Gabriel Lauper moved in together.

Gabriel nearly combusted in the sun twice.

Sawyer went on a date with townie Payton Dyer, and during the date rolled a want to fall in love with someone completely different - his best friend, townie Chantelle Dynamite! So after his date (and natural woohoo) with Payton, Chantelle was invited over for one.

After a couple of dates, Sawyer proposed to Chantelle and she moved in.

Chantelle opened Pleasant Post so that she could open up the Business career track. Pleasant Post was awarded a good review and the Best of the Best award on its first day.

Sawyer and Chantelle had their wedding party, with many family and friends attending. Toby Mazza was one of them, and naturally cheated on his absent girlfriend and mother of his four children (again) with Payton Dyer, Sawyer’s ‘ex’.

Newly married Sawyer and Chantelle moved out.

ST MARTIN:

Leia and Zephyr moved into a beautiful beach lot and built their house.

Leia gave birth to a baby girl named Brigitte, who turned into a toddler later in the week.

Leia then fell pregnant again and gave birth to a second daughter named Nadia.

NORTON:

Rachael and Bella moved into a house of their own.

Bella gave birth to a daughter named Amber, who turned into a toddler later in the week.

Due to the ROS roll, Rachael was abducted by aliens. She came back with a little green present and gave birth to another daughter, Alya, later in the week.

Bella’s uncle Frankie and her father Kit came over for visits. Kit spent most of the time watching sports on the TV and yelling, like most old men do.

Rachael went to work pregnant and in her underwear...

[yellowsubmarineimagines]

Okay so I was thinking, what if the strawhats had an s/o that was born with fire based powers and whenever they get really heated up (whether it be from anger, embarrassment, or from being under a blanket or the sun) they just fucking combust so they have to have a pitcher of water or a fire extinguisher with them at all times (if they don't they'll just panic and be like 'Fuck it.' then jump off the fucking ship.) any HCs for that. (Damn, sorry if that was long.)

I hope you like! This was a lot of fun to write!

Luffy- • Luffy Luffy would think it’s hilarious! • when you catch on fire he thinks it’s really awesome. • he pushes you into the ocean to “cool you off”

Zoro- • he instantly pushes you into the you into the ocean to cool you off. • “really Zoro?” “What out where in fire again.” He’d say. • He’d think your power is awesome.

Sanji-• Sanji also has fire power, but he thinks it’s really cool. • he has a bucket of water all the time. • Sanji is never scared of your Powers.

Nami- • Nami loves your power. • she always has a bucket of water on her.• she sometimes asks you to give her a heated massage.

Robin- • Robin loves your power. He thinks it’s cool and useful. • shed happily help you put out your fire. • she’s always so happy to help you.

Franky- • frank thinks it’s so cool! • he’d always ask you to help his with his projects! • franky would definitely ask you to do tricks or he’d show you off!

Usopp - • out of all the strawhats he thinks it’s the coolest. • Usopp would like to make you something that goes along with your fire power.• he’d gladly pour water over you to cool you down, though he thinks it’s a little funny.

Brook- • he’d write you a theme song and sing it all around the ship. • “fire baby, my fire baby.” He’d sing over and over again. • brook would also throw buckets of water on you. But if you get too out of hand he’d push you into the ocean.