#frankie if this is you I hope you're gonna get found

[tinylongwing]

Glimpsed a ghost in the darkness, Stared me straight in the eye- It was only my own face, Faintly mirrored in memory and moonlight

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Happy Hour

Part 1 to the Sharing is Caring series

Frankie Morales x F!reader free-use with the triple frontier boys

Summary: Frankie loves using and abusing his free-use pass with you. He’s got no problem introducing it to the rest of the guys.

Warnings: Exhibitionism, Voyuerism, Cucking, free use, unprotected sex, male masturbation, oral m-receiving, assisted masturbation, using beer bottles as dildos, indirect pussy eating (?), slight breeding kink, language

18+ ONLY

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Frankie invited the boys over for the summer kickoff Barbecue in your backyard. You spent all day preparing snacks and side dishes, setting up yard games and helping clean the pool, all the while getting praises by Frankie who found every opportunity to wrap you up in his arms and kiss you all over. 

"You get enough beer for tonight?" He asks, nuzzling his nose against your neck, pressing kisses over your shoulder. 

"Yup. I almost cleared out the shelf. You boys gonna have a good time, I’ll take care of everything else.” You lay your hand over top his which were caressing your lower tummy affectionately. 

With how busy things had been getting recently, you wanted Frankie to get together with his friends again. He had thrown you such a wonderful girls night-in when you had your girl friends over last month, so making sure he and his buds were well taken care of tonight was your top priority. 

“I think you'll have some fun too." 

Frankie continues to nip at your exposed skin, his hand drafting up to the exposure of your off-shoulder frilly blouse, tugging it down with one finger. "Frankie, stop, I'm still cooking."

He ignores you, slipping his hand inside the elastic band and palming your breast, his hips pinning yours to the counter as he rubbed his hard-on against your ass. "Gonna do everything I ask of you tonight, aren't you?" His breathes huskily into your ear. 

You remained tight lipped, unsure of what he had planned tonight, but having some ideas as to the sexual acts he'll want to get away with. You felt heat pool in your lower stomach at the idea of fucking in the powder room while the boys were outside, or having him finger you under the table while they ate. He's been pushing his free-use license further and further, making you simultaneously nervous and excited at how far he intends to use you for his pleasure.

"They'll...be here... any minute..." you whine, your body caving in to his touches as you breathe heavier. You feel his fat fingers dip below your naval, through the lining of your skirt and down your panties, fingering your clit softly to work your arousal.

"Nothing they haven't seen before, baby mamma," he groans. He removed his hand from between your thighs, bringing its stickiness up to dance on your lips. Your mouth happily parts at the intrusion and suck your arousal from his digits. He lifts your skirt above your hips, splaying your panty-clad ass on display, his lips never leaving your neck or cheek.

"Not a baby mamma yet, that's your job to make happen remember?" You smile, turning your head to lock your lips together. You feel a tap on your thigh and lift your leg to aid in his removal of your panties. He stuffs them into the back pocket of his jeans.

"I'm keeping these, need you nice and wet for us tonight."

The doorbell rings, and Frankie backs away from you abruptly, leaving you wide eyed, back now cold. The faint breeze from the open window whistling under your skirt and between your damp, exposed pussy. "Us?"

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Frankie greets each of the guys with a long awaited hug as they enter your home together. You tried to act like you're not dripping between your thighs as you kiss and cautiously hug each of them. It was Benny who scooped you up in his arms and twirled you around, your skirt lifting enough to show the lower half of your bare ass. 

Santi bit his lip at the sight. “Keeping Fish good company I hope?” He asks as Benny set you down with a fat kiss to your cheek. 

You hastily bring your skirt lower, tugging it down. “It’s been pretty smooth sailing since the wedding, hasn’t it?” 

Frankie's hand skims the back of your rear, hand lifting your skirt back up over the side of your thigh, pulling you in to him like a little prize, fully well knowing everyone got a good look at you. “It’s been more than great,” he says. You could help but blush at the way he beamed at you with adoration. "Beer anyone?"

They pile into the backyard, sorting through the cooler of assorted bottles and cans while you sift through the kitchen drawers for an opener. You could overhear indistinguishable chatter from the group, their occasional glances back towards you in the house. 

"Found it!" You call out, skipping out to the yard. "Let me," you offer, grabbing each beer from their hand and popping off the lid. 

"Sweet of you, baby, thank you." Frankie kisses the side of your head. Then his voice changes an octave lower, whispering lowly into your ear: "Go sit on the chair right there and put your heels on the seat."

You shiver, pulling away to stare back at him incredulously. His face told you he wasn't playing, that this was the first of many things he'd be asking of you tonight. You gulp and did as he said, settling uncomfortably in the plastic lawn chair and bringing your knees up to your chest, desperate to keep your ankles together and closed so everyone couldn't see right your bare pussy behind your ankles.

Frankie leans next to you, bottle in hand. "Don't be shy. Spread 'em."

Your face felt hot red as Benny, Will, Santi and Frankie eyes bore down on your anxious figure. You muster up your courage and boldly spread your legs wide, skirt falling from your thighs entirely to your hip, glittering cunt now open wide for the entire backyard. 

Benny whistles lowly. "Never gonna get tired of that pretty view. Damn. Lucky bastard.”

Frankie grimaces proudly, his hand cupping your jaw affectionately like a pet. "Keep 'em spread for us, okay babygirl?"

You nod, clit twitching at his praise, not even noticing when he hitches the rim of his bottle at your entrance. Your brows furrow, never breaking eye contact with his beautiful brown eyes as he pushed the bottles neck into your pussy, your arousal making it easy for the object to slide right through.

"Holy fuck," Will coughs, watching the way you cunt greedily swallows the tip with ease. 

Frankie thrusts it in a bit, making you stutter your breaths with the increased fullness pressing inside, hands fisting the chair's armrests. He was coating the bottle and its contents inside with your juices, fucking you like it was a toy. He notices the resistance when your walls squeezed around its neck, smirking to himself, knowing you were comfortable and enjoying this with him.

Too soon, he slips it out of you, your hips slightly canter forward to chase the object that was just buried inside you. You felt empty, needy, denied. 

Frankie smirks at your helpless state ad he brought the beer to his lips and titled back, chugging the new flavor of alcohol. "Tastes better like that," he says, licking his lips clean of your taste. 

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Frankie watches as you eagerly spread your legs further, leaning back in your chair with confidence so that your cunt hangs out in the open off the edge as each of the guys line up to coat their drinks in your pussy. The way your breath quickens, with each intrusion, how you lick your lips and look down at the sight of it disappearing into you, the mix of gentleness and roughness that came with each boy’s individuality—it drove him crazy how much you let him do this. 

Santi rubs your cheek soothingly, very passionately fucking his bottle into you while never breaking your eye contact. You giggle along with him, rocking your hips with his steady thrusts until he pulls out and takes a long sip. 

Will is far more gentle, rubbing the inside of your thigh with the pad of his thumb. He nudges your pearly clit with the rip, only swirling the top at the most shallow base of your walls. He likes the way you whine, wanting more, but his hand on your thigh is quick to keep you in your place. He slips the edge of the bottle along your folds to gather your dripping juices before retreat, giving you a little wink.

Benny dropsy to his knees, excited to have you so open for him.

“Be nice, Ben. That’s my wife you got there,” Frankie warns.

Benny rolls his eyes, pouting as his visible excitement tones down. You cup his face, knowing Frankie’s threat is a load of BS. “Don’t worry, Benny, you have your taste the way you like it.” You spread your legs even further, ankles now dangling over the arm rest, the cool breeze of the backyard swooshing through your folds. 

Benny pushes his beer in as far as he can, making you gasp. You grab his shoulder to steady yourself as you rock your hips back and forth, letting his hands remain where it is while you fucked your exposed pussy on the neck of the bottle. He rams further inside, the body of the bottle beginning to stretch your cunt.

Benny’s eyes were wide, unsure if he wanted to watch your facial expressions or the scene between your legs. After a few more playful dips, he pulls out, immediately mouthing around the bottle and suckling every drop of your juices around the neck, with little interest of the actual liquid in the bottle. 

The boys spend the evening standing around the grill, all taking turns to use you like a glorified bottle opener. Frankie keeps your panties tucked in the back of his pockets the entire time. He occasionally checks in on your reactions, making sure you’re still laughing and accepting their actions.

They came back after each sip, some taking extra care to fuck you with the bottle, hoping to get you to cum, other times just to get a fresh coating. Frankie watches your expressions each time, the way your jaw hangs open slightly, biting your tongue, quiet moans making their way to his ears. And each time, he forces the boys to stop, leaving your clenching around nothing, frustrated but wet beyond belief. He wanted you dripping, needy all night so they could get the most out of your gushing cunt. 

At one point, you had to get up to serve their food, making them all sit around the rounded patio table and dishing their plates one at a time. Frankie helps place the portions on each plate as you take it to the table before sitting down himself. His hand runs up along your smooth thigh, skirt lifting with his wrist as he inches high and higher, before squeezing your ass possessively, looking up at you. You pinch his nose and move around the table, making sure all the guys have filled drinks.

You didn’t have your own “seat” at the table, instead going around to each of the guy’s laps and eating bits off their plate. While they ate with one hand, the other held a bottle, thrusting in and out of your spread thighs over their leg. 

You currently had your arm draped over Will’s shoulder, spread open  next to the table as he bounced you in his lap, his bottle nudging the sweet spot inside you. He split his attention evenly between Frankie and you. 

The copious amount of alcohol in everyone’s system, including Frankie’s, made the rules of your use a little more lax. That—and they were all so pussy drunk off your juices mingling on their tongues, they couldn’t keep their hands off you.

You kissed along Will’s cheek, nipping his jawline and tracing patterns on his throat with your tongue as he fucked you on his beer. His languid thrusts making you feel hazy. The man had an exceptional talent at knowing the exact pace and pristine jolts to hold you on edge forever. He gave you soft smiles with sincere eye contact that made you flutter. “You’re so pretty like this,” he whispers in your ear. 

Santi was a little cheekier, eagerly pulling you down on his lap. He taps the inside of your thigh, urging you to spread fast so he could get his drink between your legs. “This cunt is still so tight, hermosa. Frankie Papi not taking care of you enough?” he asks brow raising with a challenge towards Fish. Before you can deny him, he blows hot breath against your ear before biting the lobe, making you squeal quietly as he quickly thrusts his 11th bottle of the night into your waiting heat. He continues to dot his lips against your skin, nipping your collar bone. You can see Frankie’s eyes narrow on you two but he doesn’t say anything, letting his conversation with Will continue. His aligns his head perfectly over your top, peering down at your tits. He groans softly at the little jiggles of your supply mounds with each little thrust in to you.

You look over to Benny, who’s got no care to Will and Frankie’s convo and is instead anxiously bouncing his leg, dying to get you on him for his turn.

“Oop, I gotta take care of the baby boy,” you say quietly into Santi’s ear. He pouts briefly, rubs your clit with his thumb under the table so no one else can see. You bite your lips, wide eyed but aroused. He eventually lets you up.

Benny grabs your waist with strong hands and lifts you on to his muscular thigh. 

“Eager?” You tease. You rub your hand over his strong abs and chest, grabbing his beef for him and putting right along your folds, waiting patiently for him to take charge. He doesn’t. “Want you to do it for me,” he says, smirking. You kiss his cheek and notch the beer into your cunt, moaning wantonly right in his ear. He shivers with arousal, bouncing the knee you’re perched on, the bottle neck slipping deeper inside you. His hand gropes your ass cheek, keeping you upright on him while his other arm feeds himself potato salad. he makes a poor attempt to shovel it in his mouth, dropping bits of it along your chest and down your tits.

“Making a mess on my girl, Benny,” Frankie chuckles.

Benny shrugs. Conveniently left with no more free hands, he dips his mouth down to your chest and licks a long stripe along the skin, slurping up the remnants of sticky food on you. You tilt back and laugh drunkly, fisting the bottle and shoving deep inside your cunt, panting breathlessly as your other hand messily rubs his blonde curls like a dog.

You suddenly glance back at Frankie, who is shaking his head at you in disapproval. Not from one of his buds eating food off your tit, but from your less than sneaky trial of trying to finally make yourself cum on the bottle. You pout, draw the neck out of your messy cunt, feeling your little nub twitch with remote. You’re making a big show of innocent eyes at your husband who’s been simultaneously ensuring you are both taken care of and neglected all night.

Frankie raises his hand and curls his finger at you in a come hither motion. You slide off of Benny’s lap guiltily, striding over to him in the sexiest walk you could muster. Chatter had died down as all eyes rested on you standing over Frankie.  

He stares up at you, rolling your skirt over your ass so everyone could see. He presses a soft kiss to your throbbing clit, tasting a mixture of your sweet juices and the different brands and flavors of beer that have been inside you all night. You whine, trying not to flinch too hard at how desperate you need him to make you cum.

He pats your ass assertively. “You been good tonight so far.”

The power he possesses over you was something to behold: despite standing over him, and looking down upon him, his voice and eyes carried such a dominant force against you that it was clear to everyone else how much you not only submit to him, but how much you like doing so.

���Everyone else getting taken care of real good except me. That doesn’t seem right, does it, Querida?”

You shake your head. You knew the drill, knew the devious look in his eyes. His darkened expression points down to the ground only once. 

Without missing a beat, you sink down to your knees on the grass, delicate hands immediately rubbings along his sturdy thighs in his khakis until you came upon the bulge in his pants. You rub your palm over, pressing your face to it, feeling the scratchiness of the material roll against your cheek. You give it a chaste kiss before unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down, freeing his erect cock. 

When you finally push his tip past your tight lips, Frankie sighs relief before starting up the group’s conversation again. The boys shifted in their seats with their evident respective bulges pressing uncomfortably between their legs. They tried to respond respectfully to Fish, occasionally darting glances at you between his legs, working his length in and out of your skilled mouth. The little sucking noises from you interrupted his speech but he made no show of acknowledging you while you sucked his fat cock deep into your throat.

You could hear little coughs and grunts from the others, none of which sounded perturbed. They were all entranced by you, your obedience, submission to Frankie. Santi “dropped” his fork below the table, hunching over to get a good look at you with his mouth agape at the sight: resting back on your haunches, your glistening pussy dripping into the grass as you bobbed your head, hands resting on his knees to keep you from taking it all and choking on it.

He licks his lips and sits up, worried he took too long. Frankie catches his eye and mouths Does she look good? 

Santi nods energetically. 

Fish smirks, taking the opportunity to push the back of your head further onto his cock, making you gag loudly in surprise. Benny and Will’s voices go quiet as Frankie starts slowly forcing his cock deeper in your mouth, making you more verbal in your choking. When he releases the pressure, you pull up so that just the tip is suctioned between your lips, moaning obscenely. Your eyes are closed in bliss, taking him back down and returning your rhythmic bobbing. 

After a few minutes, Frankie’s breaths are coming out short. He’s having a hard time paying attention to what the guys were saying. Just between the two of you, he gently caresses your jaw, letting his cock fall out of your mouth. You stare up at him, slightly teary eyed but full of lust and obsession. “My perfect little whore of a wife,” he mumbles affectionately. “Get up here and make me proud.”

You giddily climb to your feet and throw one leg over his strong thighs, sighing loudly as you straddling him. The texture of his pants feels heavenly against your neglected clit, rubbings your slick folds along his thighs with an arched back, ass peaking out for the boys to once again get a nice show.

Frankie taps your ass again, making you sit upright. He positions the swollen red tip of his member at your wet entrance. You sink down, taking his cock entirely in one motion. The hot, fat pressure of his cock stretching you fuller, deeper than any of the beer bottles could ever reach immediately has your eyes rolling, moaning out loud like a fucking whore as your body shakes, squeezing his dick tightly while your first powerful orgasm of the night washes over you. 

He holds you tight as you spasm through it. “Oh shit—she just came,” Frankie laughs.

“Oh fuck. Didn’t even have to fuck that delicious cunt.”

“That’s hot, Fish. She was so desperate for it.”

“Fuck I’m jealous. I want me a wife like that.”

You continue to gently hump him, their praises falling deaf to your ear. His large, strong body felt good to relax in, putting your weight on top of him with no care as you chase your pleasure Hips swaying of their own accord as you whimper through the aftershocks, arms thrown wrapped over his shoulders.

He strokes your back soothingly. He wants you to settle from your much needed orgasm first. Frankie sits back a little bit, letting you lean forward. The guys are practically standing over the table, desperate to see the space where their friend’s well endowed cock is joined to his wife’s tight and pretty cunt.

He has the audacity to ask the guys if they’d seen the game this past Sunday, resuming their conversation as you continue to pickup pace. You roll your hips along his length, the delicious drag of his cock sliding in and out of you leaving you dumb on him, face pressed tight against his collar while he talks casually over your shoulder. 

When Frankie starts to clench the meat of your hips and pull you down on his length a little harder, neither he nor anyone else at the table cares to talk anymore. He makes sure to fist your skirt over your waist as he drills his meaty girth up into you. They all stare, unblinking, at some point all having whipped their stiff cocks out and stroking furiously.

Frankie gets lost in your tight heat. You couldn’t care about the fact that the boys were jerking off to you and their best friend fucking—your focus was entirely on making your husband spill his sperm deep inside you. 

The squelching sound of your pussy slapping down and your breathy moans can only be heard in your private backyard among your closets guests. He can feel the dampness seeping into his pants, darkening the fabric with each splatsplatsplat of your ass slamming down on his thighs.

“Did I tell ya’ll? We’re trying to get pregnant,” Frankie boasts proudly. He doesn’t stop the way his hips canter up overly excited to share that detail, hitting that spongy spot he had been purposely avoiding all night. A surprised yell escapes your lips, tightening around him in a vice grip. Soon after, you’re both cumming together, releasing long drawn out satisfied groans into each other’s open mouths as your sweet pussy milks him, the pulses of his member filling your womb with his milky seed.

The rest of the boys cum hardly a second later, pumping their veiny cocks furiously at the sight of Frankie’s pearly spend dripping from where the two of you are still connected. Through gritted teeth, they wring out the last dribbles of their cum before everyone is sitting back, panting hard, softened and relieved dicks resting against their full bellies.  

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Notes: I just wanna say don’t fuck yourself with objects that aren’t specifically designed for sex, especially foods or alcohol, because you know… infections. That should be a given. 

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[steddieas-shegoes]

just make the tik tok

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'behind the scenes'

rated t | 880 words | no cw | tags: famous corroded coffin, modern au, frankie is anti-tik tok

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Joining Tik Tok was a mistake.

"I cannot believe you thought having a band Tik Tok would be a good idea," Frankie said to Jeff as they watched Eddie and Gareth doing some stupid dance. "Look at them. They're stupid. You made them more stupid."

"I just thought it was a good way for people to see behind the scenes of the tour. Everyone agreed!" Jeff shook his head as he saw Gareth lose his balance and grab onto Eddie's shoulder to stabilize himself.

"The last one got 300,000 likes. We gained followers who never listened to our stuff before. They may be stupid, but my plan isn't."

Frankie sighed, but didn't argue further. Jeff was right. He just hoped he never had to do any ridiculous dances or trends to keep people interested in their music.

****

"You guys have gained thousands of followers on all platforms since you started being active on Tik Tok. It may be wise for all of you to be on camera," one of the producers of their album suggested.

"Not happening." Frankie shook his head. "They get what they want from those two idiots."

"Hey!" Gareth and Eddie yelled in unison.

Jeff waved them off. "If Frankie doesn't wanna do them, he doesn't have to. We agreed that this was a voluntary thing."

"Yes, we did. But we're seeing growth and there's been a trend of comments asking where he is in some of the videos."

"I'm in some videos," Frankie crossed his arms. "That stage tour one. I was setting up my bass."

"But people wanna see you. They wanna get to know you, feel connected. That's the beauty of this era. We can make fans feel like they're truly a part of the band, which leads them to sharing and buying." One of the managers of the PR team said. "It's good for your brand if you're just as involved as they are."

"I didn't know we needed to have a brand beyond metal band." Frankie rolled his eyes and stood up from the couch he was sitting on. "I'm gonna head to the studio and work on music. Which is our job."

No one tried to stop him.

****

"There's a woman who keeps asking where you are." Eddie shakes his phone in front of Frankie's face. "She thinks you're leaving the band and is begging you to stay."

"Tell her I'm not leaving the band." Frankie sat down at the table on the tour bus with his bottle of beer and the shrimp leftover from catering at their show. "Though the urge is strong when Gareth keeps drinking my beers."

"She's hot," Eddie continued, seemingly ignoring Frankie's words. "You should make a video so she knows you're not going anywhere."

Frankie rolled his eyes. "I'm not doing a fuckin' Tik Tok."

Eddie held the phone out to him, showing him the woman's profile.

She was hot.

And apparently only ever really concerned with where Frankie was. She'd even sent a DM asking if he was okay.

"Fine. How do I make one?" Frankie asked with a sigh.

"Seriously? We beg you for two months to make one and it's a hard no, but one hot girl wants you to be in one and you're ready to become a social media influencer?" Eddie teased.

"As if you didn't make an entire series of videos rating new pop songs because Steve asked you to."

Frankie grabbed Eddie's phone, ignoring his flailing to try to grab it back.

The app was already open, and he found it surprisingly easy to start recording a video.

"Hey everyone. I'm not leaving the band. I just hate social media shit. I'm fine. I'm not mad at anyone. Except Gareth who owes me 83 beers from stealing mine over the last six years. Yes, I've counted." Frankie sees a timer counting down and decides to give an awkward wave with his other hand before stopping the video. "That should be fine, right?"

He didn't wait for Eddie's response before saving and posting it.

"Uh. Usually they look at them before we post." Eddie explained as he took his phone back.

"They can take it down later if they want."

'That's...not really how this shit works, dude."

Frankie shrugged and continued eating his shrimp for a few minutes until Jeff came to sit next to him, calm as ever.

"You made a video." He yawned, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"Yeah."

"It's got 54,000 likes already."

"Can't help that I'm charming."

"It hasn't been that many beers!" Gareth yells from his bunk, half-asleep.

"Your girl messaged," Eddie handed Frankie the phone with a smirk.

Glad you're not going anywhere 💗

"You better get her number, dude." Jeff nudged his arm. "She wants you so bad."

****

Nearly a year later, and more Tik Toks than he ever hoped to be a part of, Frankie smiled down at the VIP section for their sold out show at Madison Square Garden.

Sasha stood there smiling back at him, singing along to all their songs.

After the show, he'd probably be pulled into a stupid video with Eddie or Gareth, but he didn't really complain anymore. Not when those stupid videos were responsible for bringing him his future wife.

[swampstew]

1-800-GRANDLINEBLING ♥ Call Me On My Shell Phone

To celebrate 1K+ followers, I opened up phone lines to the crews! Part 1 of 3 ~ X reader (and one OC) with Kid, Killer Law, Zoro, and Sanji for myself, @quinloki @icy-spicy @yamat0 @mandiemegatron and @leftsidebonfire Part 2 | Part 3

You are now being connected to...

Purururu purururu puru—

Kid: Hey babe, I know it’s been a while since we talked. Even longer since I’ve seen ya…and I miss ya…so damn much. I’ll be back from my trip soon and when I do, I’mma make it be like I never even left. Don’t make any plans for the next few weeks - yeah weeks, you’re gonna be stuck with me for a minute! HAAH? Sorry the line is busy, but I’ll see you real soon. I love you.

Waking up to start your morning routine, you were interrupted when you heard a commotion in your backyard. Hurriedly, you investigated and found that some kind of animal had gotten into your she-shed and left a mess. After you cleaned it up, you went back to your bedroom and was stunned to find your bed made up and decorated with flowers and treats.

"KID!" you squealed as the giant scooped you up from behind, burying his nose in your neck, softly kissing your skin until he reached your lips. Ravenous as he sweetly but impatiently kissed you, leaving traces of his favorite red shade smeared all over you.

"Hey," he finally whispered, kissing your cheek, "Get dressed, I'm taking you out. I have a whole day planned for us."

Killer: Hey gorgeous, it's good to hear your voice. Man I really miss you, actually we'll be docking very soon. Is it alright if I take up your day and night? Heh, you're so sweet. I'll be sticking around for a bit before the next trip, and I'd like to spend that time with you. Yeah? Awesome. I'll be there soon. I'm cooking you the best pasta you'll ever have!"

Killer did not specify which day he was visiting, which made you all the happier when someone knocked on your front door and it turned out to be your new beau. You giggled as he scooped you into a bear hug, your legs lifted off the ground by his strength and height difference.

"Mmmm there she is," he sighed behind his face mask, nuzzling your face to push the fabric away. "Gods I missed the way you feel in my hands," he kissed your cheek softly.

"Kiiilllller not outside," you whine.

"As you wish," he huffed, rushing inside and kicking your door close as you left out a delighted shriek. "We won't be cooped up in here all the time though, I think I owe my girl some spoiling and pampering."

Law: Hey. It's been a while hasn't it? How are you? Thanks, I'm doing ok, I'll be better when we dock on land. The crew is going to do their own thing but I'm hoping I can stay with you and make up for lost time. Yeah? I like the sound of tha--wait, dancing? You know I can--tch--Shachi needs the phone. We'll talk when I see you. No, you're not convincing me to go dancing.

Bitch he thought.

Law landed on your island and it took all of 2 hours before you dragged him to the comic book store. A simple route to throw him off his game - so when your day trip transitioned to lunch date, to at-home-nap, to dinner with friends, to the rave party down the block, he couldn't help himself but follow you into the booming building. All it took was some peer pressure, shots, a lot of tequila, and some glow in the dark bracelets. He's down so bad for you.

Zoro: Hello? Is this thing even on? Oh you can hear me! Good. We'll be on dry land soon enough, and if you want to hang out or whatever, I'm ok with doing that. TCH No, I don't need you to pick me up, I can find your place on my own. Yes I'm sure! I--hm I have to go, the stupid cook needs the snail. I uhm, look forward to seeing you.

You were pleasantly surprised to find Zoro on your doorstep, on time exactly like he said he would be. You didn't miss the way Franky zoomed away on his motorcycle, all sly-like.

"Told you I knew my way around," the swordsman scratched the back of his head, a pink hue grew on his cheeks as his eyes looked everywhere but you.

"Sure, sure whatever you say Marimo," you grin cheekily, and that made him more flustered.

"TCH, annoying ass. Look we don't have to hangout--"

"Shut up, annoying man!" you bite back, the curve of your lips growing wider as you antagonize your crush.

With a huff, Zoro finally looks you in the eye, the blush on his face deepening, "With an attitude like that, I know exactly what we're going to do first. Hope you still have your sparring gloves."

Sanji: MON CHERIEEEEE!!! I've missed you every day like a plant misses the sun on a rainy day. We'll be making port in a day and I can't wait to show up on your doorstep with my heart - no, not literally, I know that freaked you out the last time. Do you need me to pick up anything? You always say 'no its ok,' but I swear you're never inconveniencing me! I swear on the mosshead's life! I'll see you soon my love.

As promised, Sanji appeared on your front porch carrying a picnic basket full of goods and trinkets he brought from his travels. Delighted, you threw your arms over him and he swung you around once before planting a big kiss on your cheek.

"Oh, I've brought a friend if that's ok," Sanji whispered in your ear.

You looked behind him to find a shy little cow trailing behind the French cook.

"Of course," you squealed happily, "Everyone is always welcome here. Let's warm up some milk for this baby to eat."

[floralcyanide]

⊱ 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝐺𝑜𝑙𝑑 ― 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤 ⊰

[ ᴀ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ]

1960s ᴜs ᴘʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴄᴀɴᴅɪᴅᴀᴛᴇ!ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜs sɴᴏᴡ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

― ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ sᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ !

∿ sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ !

∿ sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ !

∿ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ HERE ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴏᴛɪғʏ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪsᴛ !

― 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 ⬎

Fool’s Paradise - XYLØ 

❝Turn off the TV, your suit and tie and hair all wrong. I had a bad dream, your face was on a dollar bill.❞

Million Dollar Man - Lana Del Rey

❝I don't know how you convince them and get them, babe. ; You're screwed up and brilliant, look like a million dollar man.❞

All Shook Up - Avila 

❝Please don't ask me what's on my mind, I'm a little mixed up but I'm feelin' fine.❞

Touch - Daughter

❝Love, hunt me down. I can't stand to be so dead behind the eyes.❞

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Lorde

❝There's a room where the light won't find you, holding hands while the walls come tumbling down. When they do, I'll be right behind you.❞

American - Lana Del Rey

❝You make me crazy, you make me wild.❞

Us Against the World - Coldplay

❝The Devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes. ; Through chaos as it swirls. It's us against the world.❞

America - XYLØ

❝Real life is make-believe, all that glitters isn't gold to me. ❞

Something - Elvis Presley

❝Somewhere in her smile, she knows. All I gotta do is think about her.❞

Candy Girl - Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons

❝I've been a-searchin' all this wide world, now finally I've found my candy girl.❞

National Anthem - Lana Del Rey

❝I'm your national anthem, God, you're so handsome. ; Red, white, blue is in the sky. Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes.❞

Evergreen - BROODS

❝Since we found out that we're invincible, we've been living in a dream world. ; Only lost to be found, you're my hero now.❞

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex

❝Nothing's gonna hurt you baby, as long as you're with me you'll be just fine. ❞

December, 1963 (Oh, What A Night!) - Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons

❝Oh, what a night! Late December, back in '63. What a very special time for me. As I remember, what a night.❞

Chemtrails Over the Country Club - Lana Del Rey

❝You're in the wind, I'm in the water. Nobody's son, nobody's daughter, watching the chemtrails over the country club.❞

Gold - Echos

❝I've got intentions of gold with my plans.❞

Young God - Halsey

❝He says, "Ooh, baby girl, you know we're gonna be legends. I'm the king and you're the queen and we will stumble through heaven. ; But do you feel like a young god? You know the two of us are just young gods.❞

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You - Frankie Valli

❝Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay. And let me love you, baby, let me love you.❞

Neptune - Sleeping At Last

❝I'm only honest when it rains. If I time it right, the thunder breaks when I open my mouth.❞

Meltdown - Stromae, Lorde, Pusha T, Q-Tip, HAIM

❝Who to trust? Who to love? Who to run from? Who to hug? Respect only comes from the money or your blood.❞

you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish

❝Bite my tongue, bide my time. Wearing a warning sign. Wait 'til the world is mine.❞

Dead End Love - XYLØ

❝I'm still lost in the maze of your mind, I'm never getting out again.❞

Before the Fever - Grimes

❝This is the sound of the end of the world. Dance me to the end of the night, be my girl. ; They will kill us, oh, have no doubt. There are many ways in, but there's only one way out.❞

Golden - Harry Styles

❝You're so golden. I'm out of my head, and I know that you're scared because hearts get broken.❞

My Eyes Adored You - John Lloyd Young

❝Headed for city lights, climbed the ladder up to fortune and fame. I worked my fingers to the bone, made myself a name.❞

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have – but I have it - Lana Del Rey

❝There's a new revolution, a loud evolution that I saw. ; Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have, but I have it.❞

Eyes Open - Taylor Swift

❝Everybody's waiting for you to break down, everybody's watching to see the fallout. Even when you're sleeping, sleeping, keep your eyes open.❞

We Remain - Christina Aguilera

❝So, burn me with fire, drown me with rain. I’m gonna wake up screaming your name. ; Whatever happens here, we remain.❞

[tonberry-yoda]

Crush - Sanji

notes - sanji fic for the poll I did! I'm gonna be honest... I don't really like this one. But that's okay! It's cute, but idk, not my best work. nonetheless though, i hope you all like it at least! thanks for being patient and I cannot wait to do another poll!!! <3

word count - 1,449

You weren't around Sanji often. Your job on the boat was to help anyone who needed it - like helping Usopp make new weapons or helping Franky with fixing up bits of the boat - but Sanji seemed to always know what he was doing. You could cook, but you were no where near Sanji's level, who seemed to be doing more than fine in the kitchen. So because of that, you never saw Sanji often.

When you did though, you got the usual heart eyes and special treatment, but you always thought that he liked Nami more. He would swoon over her like there was no tomorrow, acting like she was royalty or something while you sat waiting for your food.

You could admit that Nami was pretty - really pretty actually. You honestly didn't blame Sanji for thinking she was the prettiest girl on the boat.

But even so, you still found yourself getting a little jealous whenever he would call Nami "his sweet" or "darling" and you never knew why.

Maybe it was because he was charming, talented, and stupidly gorgeous, or maybe it was because he gave you attention sometimes. Either way, you couldn't get him out of your head sometimes, even with the lack of him being around you.

"You seem a little distracted today," Franky said, taking off his welding mask and setting it down. "Everything alright, kiddo?"

You looked up at Franky and smiled. "I'm fine. Just a long day, that's all."

"Tell me about it," he chuckled. "The Sunny sure took a beating. Thanks for helping out by the way. You're always a great help."

"Of course, Franky, anytime."

You and Franky got back to working for a while, but it stopped abruptly as Franky set down all of his tools and crossed his arms at you.

"What?!" you giggled, setting down your tools as well.

"You're not telling me something." he said, a slight pout to his voice. "And I wanna know what it is."

"Look, it's nothing, Franky. And if it is something it's a stupid something that y/n feels stupid about."

"Tell me?" Franky said in a high pitched voice, giving you puppy dog eyes.

"Franky you're such a dumbass... but fine, since I trust you. I'm just jealous of something, that's all."

"Jealous?" Franky said, tilting his head and pulling up a stool for the both of you. "Jealous of what?"

"You know Sanji, right?" You could feel yourself blushing already just thinking about him.

"I think I know every member of our crew quite well, y/n, so yeah, I know Sanji."

"Well..." You twiddled your thumbs and sharply exhaled. "He's the 'loverboy', we all know this. I guess I kinda... I kinda fell for his ass and get jealous whenever I hear him swooning over Robin or Nami. Especially Nami."

"I see. Why don't you tell Sanji all this?"

You felt your face heat up even more somehow. "T-Tell Sanji?! No way, Franky, are you nuts?!"

"Well how are things supposed to figure themselves out if you don't put in the work?"

You hated that Franky was right. You hated it so much.

And thanks to him, you ended up in front of Sanji's door, your hands shaking.

You knocked lightly at first, but realized he wouldn't be able to hear that at all. You tried louder, and waited patiently, hearing a bit of shuffling. There was no going back now and god you hated that feeling.

The door opened slightly and Sanji stuck his head out. It looked like he had just gotten through taking a nap as his hair was a mess and he was wearing a t-shirt instead of his usual suit.

"y/n?" He tilted his head and yawned.

"Hey, Sanji... can I come in?"

His face turned a light shade of pink and he turned back to look at his room. "Uh... gimme a sec let me get some pants on." He quickly shut the door and in no time it flew back open. "Come on in, y/n! I don't have many super comfortable spots in here, but uhh..." He walked to his closet and pulled out what looked like a lawn chair, setting it up nicely in the middle of the room. "There!"

You took a seat and looked around Sanji's room. It smelt like cigarettes, but not too bad, mostly cologne, to your surprise.

"Do you want a drink or anything? I could go make us some coffee if that's something you want, y/n."

"That sounds great, actually. Thanks, Sanji." You smiled at him and his eyes turned into little hearts as he lovingly sighed, walking out of the room and to the kitchen.

This was going to be way harder than you thought.

You sat and played with each of your fingers, noticing that your hands were still shaking. What if you didn't have the courage to do this? What if you were a coward after all?

"y/n!" Sanji exclaimed in his signature lovey-dovey voice, kicking the door open with his foot. "Here's your drink, my dear! And I brought snacks as well!" The door closed behind him as he pulled his nightstand over to be a makeshift table for the time being.

"Thank you, Sanji." you said with a smile, taking a long sip of your coffee, which was better than usual.

"Anytime, y/n." He took a sip of his own coffee and quickly set it down, his eyes locking with yours. "Alright, so is there something you needed, or did you just wanna be in my presence because either way I don't mind."

You laughed at that, your cheeks turning pink. Sanji was already swooning so much that a little drop of blood came out of his nose when you laughed.

"Both actually," you admitted. "Thanks for letting me in. Sorry if I woke you."

"Oh, it's fine. I don't wanna be sleeping all day like that damn moss head."

You giggled again out of both nervousness and of Sanji.

"So what was the thing you needed?" he asked, his stupid voice gone and tone now serious. "Because I think we already got the 'in Sanji's presence thing' outta the way." he chuckled.

"Well," you moved around the cup in your hand, watching the coffee swirl. What were you supposed to say? That you hated the way he looked at Nami? That more than anything you wish that you and Sanji could be together without having to worry about any other girl getting in the way?

"Sanji, I like you... Like a lot."

You both froze.

Shit.

Did you really just say that?

"You... what?" His voice was soft and you pulled your eyes away from him, looking down at the coffee in your hand.

"I," there was no turning back now. "I'm serious. I like you the way that you like every girl," you chuckled nervously. "I think you're a great guy You're talented and really damn pretty and.... I'm sick of you looking at Nami like that."

You looked up to see Sanji with tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "I-I'll stop. I'll stop looking at any girl like that, y/n. I like you too and-"

"I know, Sanji." you chuckled.

"No, listen to me. y/n, I would do anything for you."

"That's too much." You fake gagged and turned to Sanji with a smile.

"Sh-Shut up." he giggled.

"This coffee is really good, Sanji. Is there something different about it?"

"Oh, it's a new creamer, that's all. Nothing super special."

"Well, I like it."

"Me too. Makes it sweeter without so much sugar."

You hummed in response and took another sip. The two of you spent the rest of the time in his room just talking about random stuff that came to mind. You liked talking to Sanji like this and honestly, it was nice to hear him talk to you like you weren't just another girl he had a crush on.

"Well, thanks for the coffee, Sanji. And for listening to me." You stood up and set down your coffee on the table. "We should hang out like this more often."

"Of course. Feel free to come in anytime." He stood up as well, not knowing what to do. A hug would be appropriate, but he wasn't sure.

But you were sure, so you pulled him in for a hug, leaning against his chest. He hugged you back, but shortly after, you pulled away.

"I'll definitely be back, Sanji." You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and left him standing there with a bright red face.

"You better be." he giggled under his breath.

~~~~~

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[pocket-jack]

"The Hat"

Luffy: Oh no...

Luffy: Oh no, no, no, noooo....

"Luffy runs all over the Sunny. He checks every room and every spot. Logical and illogical. The more he searches the more panicked he gets"

Robin: What's the matter, captain? You've been running over the ship for two hours!

"Luffy turns to her with the mix of sadness and fear in his expression"

Luffy: Robin...

Robin: Oh, what happened, Luffy?

Luffy: I... I lost my hat...

"The next half of an hour all of the crew was searching for captain's hat. They hoped that Luffy just checked in some ridiculous spot and missed the obvious place. Many had the positive prognosis on their search. But surprisingly they found nothing so far"

Zoro: Don't worry, Luffy. We're gonna find it. I bet it's on the ship somewhere

Nami: Yes! Where was the last time you saw it?

Luffy: On our last stop?... I must have left it there!..

Sanji: Oi, don't be so pessimistic! I'm pretty sure I saw you set sail with it on. Almost sure...

Luffy: Eeeeeegh....

"The most unexpected thing happened at that moment. Usually happy and cheerful Luffy... Cried. At least that's what his crew thought it was. Luffy covered his eyes with his hands, and his shoulder starts shacking. Straw Hats quickly surrounded him"

Sanji: Hey, Luffy! Don't be sad! We'll find it!

Nami: It's alright, Luffy! It's somewhere on the ship, we were just searching badly!

Brook: Do you want me to play a song, that makes you happy???

Robin: Don't cry, captain! It couldn't just stay on the island. You're wouldn't allow it.

"Luffy rubbed his eyes and let out a hiccup. Everyone got scared more"

Luffy: I wouldn't! But... It could fly off by the wind while no one was watching! Or it could fall from my back into the river. Or it could-!...

Franky: OW! You won't help the situation if you're gonna be SUPER stressed about it! Just trust us, ok! We will find the hat eventually! And even if we don't, then we just gonna turn around and search for it back on the island!

Chopper: Yes, we will! But... Will Traffy be happy about us changing the course?

Nami: I'm sure he will understand! Alright, guys! Scatter around the ship! Let's find the hat!

Ussop: Oh! Did I told you, that I once find a lost dinosaur exhibit from the museum using my deduction skills? With me you'll find it in no time!

Robin: Maybe, Kin'emon and Momo took it? We should ask! Wait here, captain

Luffy: "Hic" Ok...

"While everyone scattered around the ship, Luffy sat down on the ground, hugging his knees. It was a treasure to him. How could he allow himself to lose it?.. Meanwhile a certain person, who woked up by the sounds appeared beside him"

Law: It's pretty loud today. Is something happened?

"Luffy raised his head to look at Trafalgar. His eyes was emitting sadness"

Luffy: I lost it...

Law: What did you lost?

Luffy: My treasure! My hat...

Law: Oh.

"Law sat next to him, looking at him rather surprised. He didn't saw Luffy sad since the whole Marinford incident. Straw Hat wasn't a guy, who could be broken down that easily. These two years Trafalgar was genuinely worried that Luffy wasn't willing to continue his adventure after such a hit. Yet he was glad that he won't be doing the plan alone, when he saw Luffy happy as usual on the Punk Hazzard"

Law: Is it important to you, since you're so sad about it?

Luffy: Yes! It's a present! I need to return it to an important person when I become King of the Pirates! And know it's gone!

Law: Are you sure, you just didn't leave it somewhere?

Luffy: I'M NOT! I'm not sure ok! Anything could happen to it! Remember the fight we've had on the previous island!? It could flew off in the brawl! And I didn't notice! It could have fallen into the ocean! Or someone might have stole it! Or-...

Law: Hey! Don't panic. It's just gonna make things worse. I don't see anything bad in losing a hat sometimes

Luffy: Yeah... Traffy, always loses his hat

Law: Wha-... No I'm not! Besides I'm always return it. My hat is important to me as well.

Luffy: Yeah. I remember you wore it back at Sabaody. I don't remember how exactly it looked like, but I remember that it looked funny!

Law: Hey! It just-... It was-!!.. It was fashionable in the place I was born!

Luffy: Nishishi! Traffy is blushing!

Law: Oh, quit it...

Luffy: Thank you, Traffy. I fell a lot better now!

"Luffy stood up"

Luffy: Welp! No more panicking! I'll go search with others! Thanks, Traffy!

Law: Yeah... Good luck to you finding it!

"When Luffy left, Law stood up and looked around the perimeter"

Law: Room!

Sanji: Yeah, no way, it really stayed on a fucking island!

Zoro: If we let it get lost then I don't think that we're worthy to be on Luffy's crew.

Robin: It could be in the sea monsters stomach by now...

Nami: So what? We're really turning back?

Franky: It seems so... Damn, Traffy will be so damn pissed at us!

Luffy: It's ok, guys. Thanks for searching it... Guess, it's really lost... Well... I guess it's just destiny.

Robin: Oh, Luffy...

"Now Luffy was really crying. The tears were dripping down his cheeks and falling on to the ground"

Luffy: I'm sure, Shanks will be upset... But he will understand... He always did...

Sanji: Oh... Oh no...

Nami: Luffy!..

Law: You still searching?

"Straw Hats looked at their guest, who was walking towards them"

Luffy: No... We're done... It's gone...

Law: You're not seem happy about it. Why stop then?

Luffy: Because... It is nowhere to be found!.. Seems like it's really got lost on the island...

Law: Doubt that.

Luffy: Why?

Zoro: Just admit that you don't want to go back, you heartless goth.

Law: It's not the deal

Law: Shambles

"That second the straw hat appeared in Law's hand. He gently handles it to Luffy, trying to smile warmly"

Law: Don't lose it anymore

"Luffy's expression changes from the shock to pure happiness. He wipes the tears from his cheeks, immediately running to Law and huging him. Trafalgar has to hold the hat up to keep it safe from Luffy's gratitude"

Luffy: OH MY GOD, YOU FIND IT, TRAFFY! THANK YOU SO MUCH! Where was it been!? I've searched for ages! Everyone was!

Law: I've found it in one of those robots in the Docks. You've must have left it there, to keep it safe that time we used them

Luffy: Oh! Damn! Know I remember! I store it in the drawer so it wouldn't get damaged! Thanks, Traffy! I'm so glad!

"Luffy looked at him with gratitude. His cheeks was burning from the amount of emotions he was feelings. It felt like the sun have smiled at Law that moment. For the first time these years... He felt himself warm"

Law: That's why I allow myself to lose my hat all the time. I always can find it in the end. Don't worry, if you lost it. I'll just use Room to get it for you.

Luffy: Traffy is so kind! Thank you, Traffy! I owe you so much!

Law: You'll return the favor to me, when we deal with Kaido

"Luffy put his hat back on, covering his eyes and red cheeks. Only the wide smile was seen at the moment. That was enough for Trafalgar to melt"

Law: Don't lose it next time. And, please, remember where you leave it. And don't get used to me helping you. I will not be there everytime to search for it.

Luffy: But you're in my team, so that's means you'll be there to help very often!

Law: NO, I'M NOT!

"Meanwhile Straw Hats was looking at their bickering with mysterious smiles on their faces"

Nami: ...Did you saw that?

Zoro: Saw what?

Sanji: Oh yes. I definitely saw that

Robin: Huhu~ It's seems that Law is melting around our captain.

Ussop: Phew! He was so tense when he got there! I was so afraid that he was distancing himself from everyone! Guess Luffy can find a way to melt even such emotionally unavailable guy's heart!

"The crew was quietly discussing the situation, while trying to pretend that they didn't noticed the blush on Law's cheeks and the small smile he shared with their captain"

[dragons-and-magic]

What made you ship all of them, lol?

Especially Sonny x Rebecca?💙💛

HOOOOOO BOY. This is gonna be a long one! Lol! Honestly, most of the reasons is just liked them. I saw some fan work of them and they just clicked with me. I don't know. I'm not very complicated when it comes to shipping.😅 But I'm super excited to talk about my ships, so I'll try to give some more thoughts on them than that. Let's get into it!

Sonny x Rebecca: I will admit, I didn't ship these two at first. But, after I saw some fan content of them, I was hooked. I think they would have really good dynamic. We all know it's implied that Sonny has had a very rough and frankly traumatizing life. I feel like Rebecca could be good for him. Her joyful and sweet personality might just be what he needs to heal. Plus, they give me sun and moon vibes.🌚🌞 (P.S. I almost forgot. Watching Gordon take in the fact that his daughter figure/apprentice is now dating this "thieving rapscallion" would be absolutely hilarious.)

Thomas x Ashima: I've been shipping these two for years! I mean, look at the the way they look at each other and talked about each other in a few scenes! And how Thomas really wanted her to stay with him longer? Saving each other in the competition?? Or that one BWBA episode where he fantasized saving her like action hero??? That's so frickin cute!

Another thing! Thomas is used to having to prove he's worthy for all sorts of things. Ashima thinks he's already worthy. She literally looked at him and said, you don't need to change. You're perfect being yourself and I like it.😭💖 I personally feel like they're soulmates! And make a really good team! I really wish they had done more with them in show. I was hopeful when they announced they would be putting her in more episodes. But alas, nothing really happened.

Frankie x Hurricane: I love me a good villain couple, m'kay? Also, the tragedy??? Think about it, since they're working on the mainland, they don't know about steamies and diesels finally getting along. (We do know that things are the mainland didn't change as quickly.) So picture this. Back then, when the mainland engines found out that steamie and diesel had fallen in love, all hell broke loose! So, the poor ostracized couple left to escape the hostility, and went where they could never find them. A big steelworks, in the middle of nowhere... Anyways, they would totally be an awesome Disney level villain couple. I know it.

Emily x Connor: This one has what I call "I take a tiny moment and blow it up into a huge thing!" Lol. Basically, in one episode, Connor very subtly flirted with Emily and I found it interesting. It may or may not have been intentional, but either way I thought that it could be really cute. They give me knight and princess vibes. Also, I love Caitlin and Emily's relationship. (Healthy female friendships! My beloved!) Having her as a wingman (wingwoman???) for Emily and Connor sounds all too adorable. Although admittedly, this ship is definitely not my favorite on the list. I used to like it more when I was younger. Recently I got into Douglas x Emily, which has way more hints than this ship. And that one is slowly creeping up higher on the list. So we'll just have to see with one comes out on top.

Edward x Boco: SUCH A CUTE COUPLE! I didn't ship these two at all, until start reading fic's for them and saw the fanart. Then I realized these two might as well be married! Just two nice old guys, raising three rambunctious children together.🥰 Also, it seems nice that Edward finally has someone tough enough to help him wrangle in the twins when he's feeling worn out. And their personalities fit really nicely together too. Somebody put it better then me, right here. But yeah, these two are adorable! Easily one of my top favorite ttte ships!

Belle x Flynn: Honestly, I have no reason to ship these two, other than I just think it would be cute. No canon event inspired it. No fanart. Nothing. It just popped into my head one day and I decided to roll with it. Lol. I think it would be fun to see.

Daisy x Ryan: I'm not to sure what to say about these two either. Other than they give me vintage movie vibes. (Maybe it's Daisy. She reminds me of a few female movie stars from the old days of Hollywood.) And as a vintage movie fan, I really like that! Also, it's worth mentioning she literally flirted with him in one episode. That was a surprise! It was convince him to do some jobs for her, but whatever. Lol. Also Ryan was almost completely oblivious to it. My poor Gold Retriever Boy. It didn't fully compute. 🤣🤣🤣 Still, I think it could possibly work. Especially in the later seasons.

James x Nia: YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE RARE PAIR!🤩 I've talked about it so much now! But, here's a few more thoughts on them! They actually have a few traits in common. They're both playful, fiery, and outgoing characters. And they both seem to be very loyal as well. Oh, did I mention that their matching color scheme is perfect. And I feel like Nia would help James loosen up a bit and get even more adventurous. So while definitely a rare pair, I think they're neat and should be explored more!❤️🧡

Toby x Henrietta: If Thomas and Ashima are soulmates, Toby and Henrietta are champion soulmates! They're such a husband and wife duo. I loved every episode they had together. The way they talked to other and how much they disliked being separated? Adorable!!!😍🧡🧡 Sometimes they remind me of my own parents.😂 Whoever came up with the idea to finally give Henrietta a voice and an actual face? I salute you. You were a true genius. Now I can hear their realistic husband/wife banter in it's full glory. Lol.

Well, that's my thoughts. I'm not very good at romance anything, so I hope this will suffice.😅 Thanks for the ask!

[drowninginblox]

OPLA! Roronoa Zoro Drabbles- how you met + how you joined the crew

I am drunk off this man right now. If he'd let me, I'd love to get to know him over a bottle of wine and a sirloin steak. Even though he's more of a booze man ofc. Below are some stray thoughts I have about him since I am slightly obsessed lol. I hope y'all enjoy my romantic/self-indulgent drabbles. One more thing- all of these HCs will surround an MC who identifies as Female.

Edit: hahaha umm.. happy late borth Zoro. Sorry for being late lol

I don't think you'd meet Zorro when he was young. Rather, you'd be on an otherwise unremarkable island or boat somewhere on the east blue, make your way to the grand line (ya fucking idiot). For some reason, to him anyway, you'd be the most remarkable thing about that rest stop. That one girl in that one bar he had a conversation with.

Whenever he thinks back on you, your smile would always be the first thing that comes to mind. Then your laugh. And then that side-eye glance you'd send his way when you ask him what he's thinking about. Usually after a contemplative sip of whatever you were indulging yourself on.

There are a lot of things that Zoro enjoys in life, but as much as he is the strong and silent type of guy, I think he enjoys a worthwhile conversation far more. So long as it means something to either of you. He hates pointless banter if there's nothing backing it.

When you see Zoro again, it's on the mainland shortly after the beginning of the time skip (haha spoilers 'LA watchers. We're in for a two-year time skip at some point in the series). You two meet up on land, just a skip away from where you two were gonna break away to your respective destinations. Completely on accident btw

Yall decide to spend the night together. Nothing zesty happens, Only wholesome cuddling and a long conversation that drifts into the early hours of the morning.

Yall wakes up at noon. He lets it slip that he's gonna train for a bit before meeting up with some friends at a very remote port god knows where, and you promise yourself two things.

You're not gonna drag this man down

You're gonna be one hell of a worthwhile pirate

So when y'all break away, promising each other that this definitely isn't gonna be the last time y'all meet, you decide to become a pro marksman. The gun kind, not the slingshot kind (don't wanna come after Ussop's brand lol)

So you do that for a year and a half before you make your way to the meet-up spot. You get there a day early, and during breakfast, you see Zoro and this blond bitch running somewhere. Naturally, you dropped everything (literally dropped your food back on the table) and jumped from the balcony to chase these mother fuckers to the docks where (spoilers) the sunny was parked.

It isnt until Zoro's halfway up the ship that you yell his name. He turns to see you, and it's like that night from a year ago all over again. He's got half a mind to jump down to you, but Luffy looks over and asks what's going on.

Everyone's teasing Zoro's ass bc of "the side piece he's picked up"

Ussop and Choper are asking him what your name is and where he found you

Sanji is on you immediately

Nami is asking for a fee to get on the ship

Franky is wondering why you built differently compared to every other girl he's seen (I like to make my OP OC's anything but Oda's depiction of the fem. figure. Mostly cubby and/or built. Sometimes both.)

Robin is wondering what's in your backpack since you look well packed (It's books. Fuck you I'm making physical fanfiction canon to one piece)

Zoro, meanwhile, is (mostly) worried about Luffy since he's captain.

Luffy looks you up and down, asks what you can do, and you say you're an alright marksman. Ussop is up and arms at this and Luffy backs him up saying that yall already have a marksman (and that you're a girl anyway so that isn't even the right term)

You say that you're knowledgeable in medicine and you're done your fair share of odd jobs since you've picked up a few things as a barmaid.

Luffy ponders this, countering that they already have a doctor but could always use the support when needed. He looks back to the crew and asks them what they think as well, wich surprises you a little. Nami and Robin would appreciate another afab person on the crew but supplies are tight as is, Franky thinks you're cool, same for Chopper. Sanji comments on supplies as well but he wouldn't mind if another girl is on board. Ussop is a little threatened by your presence and is against your addition entirely.

Zoro almost yells at him but before he starts, you get on your knees and properly ask him, along with the rest of the crew to stay. Luffy asks you why, and you say that you want to live. Live life with people you know and do it to the fullest. You then look back to Ussop, who is staring you down. "I didn't come to replace you. I came to follow, and hopefully live up to the people he adores," You glance over to Zoro, who is surprised you admitted that in front of his (totally not) family. "He holds you all to such a high standard. I wanna be a part of that."

Ussop just tells you to stand up and looks at Luffy. Luffy lets you on board, with the condition that you show off your skills. You do so.

Zorro helps you on and holds your hand as y'all are leaving port.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

A Little Christmas Magic

A PEDROSTORIES SECRET SANTA GIFT FIC

A/N: Huge thank you to the moderators of @pedrostories for organizing this event again! I had so much fun getting in the holiday spirit while writing this, and I cannot wait to read all of the other festive stories that others have written! This story follows along with the same Frankie/Reader pairing as a few of the other things I've written, but it can also be read as a one shot. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone who sees this!!

Gift Tag: SURPRISE @something-tofightfor - I deceived you with my decoy Joel story, because THIS was what I was actually working on. Sorry for the white lie, but I hope you like what and who I chose (you gave me some REALLY excellent choices in Joel, Frankie, Jack and Oberyn) to write about in the snow. And I hope you have the best, merriest damn Christmas ever. I love you!!

WC: 4,150

Warnings: some brief smut mentions, talking about having divorced/ separated parents

Summary: When Frankie needs a little help making Christmas special for his son, you are more than happy to step in and lend a hand. The again, you're more than happy to do just about anything for him.

As soon as he came through the door, you could tell that something was off. 

All night long, while your home had been filled with friends and family, Frankie’s smile had been constant. You saw it in his eyes and in the way the corners of them folded into crinkles when he laughed. You felt it on his lips when they found your cheek as he passed you in the kitchen. You heard it in his voice when he thanked everyone for coming. It was the first time the two of you had hosted Thanksgiving since you’d started living together, it was his year to have Ollie for the holiday, and Frankie had been undeniably happy.  

But by the time he got home from dropping Ollie back off with Tori, something had changed. What could have happened, though? He’s only been gone for twenty five minutes. 

You knew that Frankie and his ex got along well, so you doubted that they had gotten into an argument. He didn’t seem annoyed or angry. There wasn’t a scowl on his face, he hadn’t thrown his hat. If anything, you realized, he looked almost sad, his mouth downturned slightly, a sort of distance in his eyes that wasn’t there when he left. You watched him lock the door and drop his keys into the bowl on the table beside it from where you stood in the dining room, your heart clenching as you pushed the last chair back into place. Oh, Frankie, what’s wrong? 

“Hey, you.” You crossed your arms loosely and leaned against the arched doorway that separated the living room from the dining room, waiting as he stepped on the heel of one shoe to remove it before doing the same with the other, not bothering with the laces. 

He sighed, the quiet sound a confirmation that something was amiss. But as he straightened up to look at you, there was a small smile on his face. “Hey, Flamingo.” 

You huffed out a breathy laugh, your lips quirked to the side, and pushed away from the doorframe. “You know? I break my ankle one time, two years ago and…” You shook your head and rolled your eyes playfully, Frankie crossing the room to slip his hands around your waist. Yours landed on his chest, the right one sliding up his neck to twine your fingers through the curls behind his ear. “How long are you gonna call me that, hmm, Fish?” 

You already knew what his response would be, but it still sent a rush of warmth through you to hear him say it. “Forever,” he mumbled, leaving a whiskered kiss to the corner of your mouth, his fingers curling in the fabric of your shirt. “Everyone else gone?” 

“Mhmm. Pope, Yovanna, Will, and my sister all cleared out right after you. Benny and Alana just left about five minutes ago. Alana insisted on helping me get the kitchen cleaned, so she put Benny on dish duty and-” 

That earned you a small chuckle and assured you that whatever had changed Frankie’s mood wasn’t something too serious. Good. I still need to know what it is, though. “Oh, I’m sure Benjamin was thrilled about that.” 

One of your earrings had gotten flipped upside down without you noticing, and Frankie reached up to fix it. You closed your eyes and let out a hum at the brush of his thumb over the skin of your earlobe. “He didn’t seem to mind.” With a shrug you opened your eyes, and they were immediately met with his deep brown ones. “And Quinn had just fallen asleep, so they weren’t in a rush to leave because they didn’t want her to wake up as soon as they picked up the car seat. It was actually a really big help.”

“Good.” He gave you a half-smile, leaning in just long enough to press his lips to yours. “I’m glad Miller pulled his weight.” You felt him tighten his grip on your hip before he dropped his hands from your body and turned towards the couch, sinking into it with a groan. 

“Hey...” You tilted your head and nudged his foot with yours, Frankie looking up at you. “What’s wrong?” Frowning, you sat next to him, pulling one leg up and tucking it beneath you. “Is everything okay with Ollie?” 

He nodded, letting out a quiet laugh as his warm, wide palm came to rest on your knee. “Yeah, Ollie’s great.” He adjusted his position on the couch, making himself more comfortable and releasing a few small pops from his spine. “Your cornbread was a real hit with him. He told me again in the car how good it was.” 

You leaned your shoulder into the couch cushions and laughed. “I’m glad he’s a fan.” Watching the little boy’s face light up with glee as he tasted his first bite had been among the highlights of your day. “Looked like he was having fun running around with you and the guys during your football game, too.” Watching Frankie scoop his son up under one arm while Ollie’s tiny hands gripped the ball to run them both into the endzone he’d set up in your backyard had been another. The whole damn day was a highlight. “He was very excited about his touchdown.” 

“He was.” Frankie’s fingers moved lazily over your thigh as he sighed, the remnants of his smile fading. “He had a good day. We all did.” He gave you a light squeeze as he swallowed. “I’m upset because -” He stopped himself, closing his eyes with a quick shake of his head that tossed his curls. “No, upset isn’t the right…” Trailing off, he blinked and resumed the motion of his fingers. “Ollie was with us today, which means he’s with Tori for Christmas.” He rolled his eyes. “And, obviously, I knew that already.”

Nodding, you reached your arm across the backrest of the couch so that you could run your knuckle up and down the curve where his neck met his shoulder. “Right.” Eyebrows pinched together, you tilted your head. “You guys alternate. But you’ll still go over there to see him on Christmas morning for gifts, yeah?” 

You loved how hands on Frankie was when it came to raising Oliver, how much he wanted to be involved in his son’s life, and you were extremely thankful that he had an excellent co-parenting partner in Tori. Given his past - especially the time period just before and after Ollie was born - you knew that the woman could easily make things difficult for Frankie when it came to shared custody. But despite the fact that it was too late for it to matter for their relationship, you also knew that Tori genuinely believed that he had put all of his mistakes and the worst of his demons behind him, and that he was more than capable of being the father that their son deserved. And she’s right. 

But your frown returned when Frankie’s answer to your questions wasn’t what you were expecting it to be. “Not this year.” What? Why? Your expression asked the questions for you, prompting him to continue. “Remember when I told you her parents finally retired? Back in like March, I think?” 

You did, so you nodded. “Yeah, I remember. But what does that have to do with Christmas?” 

“Well, they weren’t sure it was going to happen until it did so they didn’t say anything earlier, but they pulled the trigger on a cabin. Steve’s been talking about it for years. Anyway, it’s officially theirs as of next week, and they decided they wanted to host Christmas there.” 

You didn’t see the problem yet. You knew Frankie was willing to spend as much time as he needed to in the car even for just an hour or so with his kid. “Okay… Where is this cabin?” It must be pretty far if- 

He let out a humorless sound. “Upstate New York.” Your eyes widened, brows jumping at his response. “Yeah. Usually it’s the New Yorkers buyin’ places down here when they retire, but they’re doing the reverse.” 

There it is. You winced. “Oh.” 

Keeping his hand on your knee, he brought the other one up to run it back over his hair as he blew out a breath. “And I’m happy for them, you know? Because I know they’ve wanted that for a long time. And it’s great or Ollie, too, because it means he gets to do new things. Maybe even see snow. I’m sure he’d go nuts for that.” 

Oh he absolutely would. “Of course he would.” What kid doesn’t lose their shit at the first sign of snow? 

“So I’m not upset, because I know he’s gonna have a damn blast. it’s just that… This is the first year I won’t be with him on Christmas. And now he's old enough to remember things, and…” He looked at you, and you could instantly feel the ache in his eyes as it settled in your chest. Oh, Frankie. 

He didn’t want to be absent from Ollie’s first real Christmas memories. Even if it was out of his hands.

“Hey.” You spoke softly, still dragging your knuckle soothingly over the skin above his collar. “I get it.” Unfolding your knee, you repositioned yourself so that both of your legs were draped over his lap, moving your body closer to his. He adjusted by resting one arm over your thighs and the other around your back, never looking away from your face. “You know I grew up with the same every other holiday thing with my parents, yeah?” The huge difference being that my parents ended up hating each other and you two do not. 

Frankie nodded wordlessly, but you explained anyway, wanting to make sure he got your point. 

“I’d do a holiday with one parent on the actual day, and then I’d do it again with the other on a different day. And you know what that taught me?” 

He shook his head. “What did it teach you?” 

“It taught me that calendar dates don’t mean too much. Celebrating Christmas was just as good on the 26th or the 28th or the 30th as it was on the 25th. And some of my favorite holiday memories? They aren’t even from Christmas day. They’re from all the things leading up to it, like decorating the tree and baking cookies. Things you can do-” You lifted your shoulders in a nonchalant shrug, quirking your mouth to the side. “Basically any time from tonight until the end of December, now that the turkey’s had its day.” You reached up to brush a loose strand of his hair behind his ear. “Christmas magic doesn’t have to be a one day thing. We just have to make the most of it the next time Ollie’s with us, that’s all.”  

Frankie stared at you for a few seconds, lips parting as he let out a breath. “We. Us.” He repeated your words, affection slowly changing the sadness in his eyes into something warmer. Yeah, Frankie, you don’t have to do things alone anymore. You have me. Always. “You’re incredible, you know that?” He reached up to encircle your wrist with his fingers, bringing your hand away from his neck and lifting it up to kiss the back of it. His mumbled words and warm breath tickled your skin. “Fucking amazing. You wanna help me make things special for my kid?” Of course I do. 

“I sure do.” You twisted your wrist to free it from his hold, Frankie letting go of you so that you could slide your palms over his cheeks, taking his face between them. “I love you, Francisco Morales. And I happen to be really fond of that kid of yours, too. So we’re gonna brainstorm and come up with some things we can do to make sure that he has some great memories with his Dad, and-” 

He didn’t let you finish that sentence though, surging forward to catch your lips with his, his tongue slipping into your mouth to lick the rest of your words right out of it. Taken by surprise, you gasped into the kiss which only spurred him on more, and in one swift motion he had you on your back, laying you down on the couch and laying his weight on top of you. You still had your hands on his face, but they slid to the back of his neck and head, fingers threading through his hair to pull a groan into your mouth. 

“I love you so goddamn much.” He murmured the words against your lips. “Been thinkin’ about how lucky I am to have you all night.” He nipped at your lower lip, then let his kisses rove behind your ear so that his next words couldn’t be missed. “You know how hard it was to keep my hands to myself while everyone was here?” You felt the tip of his tongue flick out to dampen your skin, and you sucked in a breath at the sensation. “Fucking impossible.” 

He rolled his hips into yours on the last word, and you couldn’t keep a whimper from slipping out at the way the motion stirred heat low in your belly. “You didn’t keep your hands to yourself, Frankie,” you reminded him, though you doubted he needed reminding. One of his hands started moving down your body, his touch trailing towards your waistline. You let out another near-moan at the combination of what he was currently doing, and the memory of what he’d done earlier - when he pulled you into the laundry room, his deft fingers delving down the front of your pants while his mouth silenced any noises you made. Because we’d never hear the end of it if Will or Maddy heard and came to see what was going on. 

“I didn’t,” he agreed, dragging the tip of his nose along your throat to drop a kiss to your pulse point. “But that was just the tip of the iceberg.” He caught you off guard again, the pads of his fingers sliding beneath your underwear and over your slick skin. “Now that we’re alone?” You felt his mischievous grin, felt the gravely rumble of his voice through his chest- and then you felt him plunge two fingers inside you. At that you cried out and he let you, no one left to keep quiet for. “I’m gonna finish what I started earlier.” 

–  –  –  

Two weeks later, you still caught yourself thinking about Thanksgiving night, and you knew that you would be for a long time. 

Frankie had made good on his claim, making you come twice right there on the couch before he took you to bed and took you apart all over again. It was almost dawn by the time the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms, completely spent and sated, and since neither of you had to work the following day, you spent Black Friday with bare skin and lazy, lingering kisses instead of fighting with crowds at the shopping centers. 

But on the Saturday after, an idea came to you - an idea about how Frankie could still make a special memory with Ollie even though he wouldn’t see him at all the week of Christmas. Oh, it’ll be perfect. Excitedly, you brought it up with Frankie, explaining what you’d thought of. 

“So it’s about an hour away from here, but it’s worth the ride. They set up a whole Christmas town with a little train, and they hire sand artists to make these big elaborate winter-themed sculptures. There’s carolers and they do a big tree lighting event with ice skating and frozen hot chocolate and all kinds of activities for kids. I think Ollie would love it.” 

Frankie agreed enthusiastically, arms winding around you from behind to hold you close. “Sounds great.” I didn’t even tell you the best part yet. He dropped a kiss to the line of your jaw. And I’m not going to. “Thank you. For coming up with something.”

You grinned, your arms covering his where they wrapped around your belly. “Told you, Frankie. We’re a team.” 

“Yeah.” He nodded, his beard scratching your cheek as he tightened his hold. “We are.”

He’d cleared the trip with Tori, even though she’d already okayed any activities or day trips Frankie wanted to take Ollie on when he had him, the woman agreeing with both of you that it sounded like something that the little boy would enjoy. And at your suggestion, the two of you had invited Benny and Alana to come with Quinn. She was just over a year old and would likely sleep through most of the festivities in her stroller, but you knew that the Millers wouldn’t pass up on a group outing, and you knew that Frankie wouldn’t view their presence as an intrusion on his time with Ollie. They’re family, too. 

So when it came time for Ollie to spend the week with you and Frankie, the three of you climbed into his truck - Benny driving his little family separately in case they had to leave early - and headed east to a small town just outside of the Disney zone, called Celebration. 

There was a 50/50 shot that the thing you were trying to keep a secret until the last minute would be spoiled upon your arrival, banners or posters advertising the wintery phenomenon that visitors were about to witness, but luck was on your side. There were plenty of signs and decorations, so there was no missing the blocked off area that the town had designated for the holiday event, and it was just like you told Frankie it would be - food stalls and little craft and gift stalls set up to look like gingerbread houses, carolers in Victorian era costumes walking the street and singing Christmas songs new and old, an enormous pine tree towering over everything in the center of the square and dripping in bright lights. Even though it was 65 degrees and there were palm trees lining the streets, it was almost enough to make you feel like you were in an old world Christmas market, or like it was about to start snowing at any moment. 

And you were right about Ollie’s reaction to everything, his already large brown eyes going wide as saucers when he saw the big man in red waving and tossing candy canes to the crowd. “Daddy! Santa’s here!” He grabbed Frankie’s hand, pointing vehemently in the direction of the man in the Santa suit. “He came all the way far from the North pole! Do you see him?!” 

The joy on his little face was mirrored in Frankie’s, and your heart swelled at seeing them both wear the same expression. “I see him! He did come a long way, huh?” Ollie nodded, curls just like his father’s bouncing as he did. “We should probably go say hi, then, since he came all the way down here to see you.” 

“Yeah! C’mon Daddy! Let’s go! C’mon Uncle Benny!” 

You had to take a breath when your name was added to the excited babble, Ollie’s empty hand slipping into yours so he was between you and Frankie, his gleeful grin beaming up at you. “Come and see Santa with us too!” 

“Yeah,” Frankie spoke softly, stepping close and giving you a wink. “Come see Santa with us.” 

Blinking back the unexpected tears brought on by Ollie’s enthusiastic inclusion, you winkled your nose and smiled down at him. “Do you think I’m on the good list this year?” 

Without a moment’s hesitation, he answered by springing up and down, still holding both yours and Frankie’s hands. “Yeah! You’re on the good list already because you’re always really nice and fun and you’re always making my Dad and me happy.” 

You let out a chuckle at that, glancing up at Frankie, the sight of his smile enough to send a rush of warmth through you. “She sure does, Buddy.” He jostled Ollie’s hand. “Now let’s go before he has to get back to his workshop to finish making presents.” 

Keeping Ollie between you, Frankie started walking towards the area designated for photos with Santa, but he leaned in over the little boy’s head to kiss your cheek and whisper in your ear. “You were right. This is great. And he’s gonna remember this just the same as if we were doing it on Christmas Day.” Ollie turned to say something to Alana, and Frankie looked down at him before finding your eyes again. “Thank you.” 

It was your turn to lean over and brush your lips to his cheek. “Anytime, Morales.” 

For the next hour and a half the six of you strolled the area, stopping occasionally at the different displays or to take pictures or grab a snack from one of the booths. But the highlight of the night, and what you were looking the most forward to since you remembered that this event existed, came at 7pm - when “snow” started falling, a chorus of gasps and shrieks rising up from the crowd. 

“What! It’s snowin’?!” Ollie’s incredulous question joined the dozens from other children gaping in awe up at their parents and family members as big puffy flakes fell on their cheeks and noses. “How’s it snowin’ if it’s not even cold?” 

Lifting him up, Frankie answered without missing a beat, leaning in to bop Ollie’s nose with the tip of his. “Christmas magic, Buddy.” 

You snapped a picture of the two of them, making a mental note to find a photo ornament to put it in so that the moment would have a place on the tree for years to come. That done, you watched them play in the faux snow - a biodegradable non-toxic substance that would be gone in a half hour but that would provide a lifelong memory - until you felt Benny’s elbow nudge yours. 

“Hey. You did real good.” Turning your head, you met Benny’s eyes, the younger man already looking at you. “Ollie’s beside himself, obviously, but I mean… with Fish.” He smiled, the expression soft and warm, a sort of platonic affection for you almost palpable in it that you weren’t expecting even though you were quick to call him your friend now, too. “I���ve never seen him happier than he is with you.” 

He didn’t wait to let that sink in though, nodding over to his wife before clearing his throat and stepping up to where Frankie and his son were playing. “Hey, Olliegator, I think I saw penguins over there. You wanna come see ‘em? We can show Quinny.” 

Just as Benny knew he would, the little boy ran over, shouting in agreement, leaving you standing in the snowfall with Frankie. There were easily a few hundred people around you, but as he came to stand in front of you, his hands on your waist and big white flakes fluttering all around him, it was as though the two of you were in your own little snowglobe, sharing your own private moment. 

“Hey, you.” You spoke through a smile that pulled at your cheeks, your hands resting on the rolled up cuffs of his unnecessary for the weather but seasonally appropriate flannel, thumbs brushing over the worn material and into the crook of his elbow. 

He smiled back at you, brown eyes brimming with affection. “Hey, Flamingo.”  Reaching up, he plucked a flake from your hair, the substance vanishing as soon as it hit his warm skin, just like real snow. “You knew about this, didn’t you?” 

You moved your head from side to side to feign thought. “Maybe.” Pressing your lips together, you took the bottom one between your teeth. “Yes. I knew about this. My sister was really into chorus in highschool, and her music teacher suggested that she try out for the carol troupe one year so-” You shrugged. “I’ve been to this a few times because of that, but that was ages ago. I hadn’t thought about it in years. And then when you mentioned that Tori’s parents’ place was up in New York and that Ollie might get to see snow…” You lifted one hand from his arm, palm skyward to collect the sudsy white stuff. “I remembered this.” 

The kiss he gave you then was brief, but you knew there would be much more where it came from when you were no longer surrounded by so many strangers. “Ollie’s gonna remember this forever.” He nodded, the curve of his forehead resting against yours. “And so am I. Merry Christmas.” 

“It’s not Christmas yet, Frankie,” you mumbled through your grin. 

“No,” he agreed. “It’s not. But with enough Christmas magic? Does it matter?” 

You shook your head, nudging his nose with yours. “Nope. Sure doesn’t. Merry Christmas, Francisco.” 

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Fun Fact: The event that I based this fic on is real! It's called Now Snowing, and it's been going on for 25 years! I embellished it a little bit for the story, but you really can see "snow" (the same stuff they use in movies and TV) every night from the end of November through December :)

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[liampaynemysteriousdeath]

Idk if this is relevant for you but my best friend is a Mom. She wasn’t a fan of 1D like that. Neither was I. I liked them but I wouldn’t call my self a huge huge fan.

Anyways she has been saying her Mama bear intuition has been going off ever since she found out he passed away. She feels his family needs to do another autopsy when he gets to the UK. Nothing is adding up to her and she feels there is more to the story.

She also is in the medical field and has pointed out in many ways that there is no way he could just fall over a balcony .

Yes definitely mothers intuition is a thing. Or women's intuition, sixth. sense, gut feeling, whatever people want to call it.

Out of nowhere that afternoon, boybands popped into my mind and I started reflecting on how dangerous they can be. It was on my mind for about an hour. Then I go on internet that evening and the first thing on YT front page is a video from Perez Hilton titled

"Liam Payne, 31....., "and I couldn't even finish reading the whole title because i froze and automatically had goosebumps. My blood ran cold before I could even process what was happening or finish reading the title...

...because only death announcements contain ages.

I regret now that I didn't pray for them. Maybe it was God trying to tell me something. maybe it was a sign and i wish I would have prayed for Liam... . 💔

And then I turn on tv and see another boyband story pertaining to Nick Jonas. He thought he was gonna shot because he saw a red laser was pointed at him but it turned out to be a fan pointing a laser on him for fun, not a gun.

I talked to another fan on here that had a weird feeling concerning Liam a few weeks before his passing. Which with the timeline looking back, that would have meant around the time he left for argentina. Since he stayed for two weeks there...

Back to how dangerous boybands can be (corruption, behind the scenes stuff, etc.)

I remember BsB saying fans would put knives under the hotel room door trying to get to them. Another boyband (can't remember which one) said girls would call the hotel room all night so they couldn't sleep hoping they would answer.

Lou pearlmam documentary(Aka the scam artist who created bsb, and nsync boybands)

1:29:20

At this part they are talking about how Franky (lous friend/business partner) had suicided himself. And they interview lou's gf and she said Lou said he was murdered and he was gonna find out... but how did he know that?

For backstreet concerning Franky, there's a section where Franky confronts Lou and bsb at a restaurant dinner drunk, talking about his money being gone and warned the backstreet boys that;

"you're gonna see what lou is up to"(Aka taking all thee boys money and investing it into scams and ponzi s hemes, as the boys would later find out when they sued Lou for unpaid wages and to get out of the contract)

Rumors are Lou had him murdered because Franky was a liability and was gonna snitch on lou's scams.

At the end of the video linked above, she mentions that boybands are victims of human trafficking.

Which reminds me of another video. One direction was signed with modest management (which is a whole other can of worms)... but who also was signed with modest? Fifth harmony. What audio leaked out with Lauren crying and screaming "were slaves!" Because of tight contracts and being forced to perform around the world no ifs, ands or buts.

I'm not sure if 1d and 5h were on same music label for distribution and recording. I'm too lazy to look it up atm lol. I know modest management was with a lot of xfactor artists

AndHow she sees hardly any royalties

Also idr if the lou pearlman link mentions brian needing heart surgery, but it kept getting pushed off due to touring.

Which is all to say these boys were pawns so the big executives could make money. $$$

Remember wikileaks on the 1d boys? Everything was tightly manufactured and controlled because they were products to be sold.

source

^they also talk about the boys hating management. There's another e blog called stoponedirectionsmanagement and it is eye opening.

Also how Liam said they were so tightly controlled, he didn't even know how to be himself. He seemed slightly lost. And when do predators swoop in most easily? When people are vulnerable. Aka roger.

My point is there was $$ to be made of these boys. No one cares about them, sometimes not even their own family members. *cough* nick carters mom threw aaron into the loop after rumors nick had been touched allegedly by lou pearlman...

And how nick carter didn't want to go back to the house as filed on a different documentary. he was seen having a mental breakdown in the car. 💔 😢

Also colonel parker (elvis presley manager) came into elvis hotel room in vegas, (When elvis is looking deathlysick), and said: "The only thing that matters is that thatboy is on the stage tonight"(because colonel parker had debt to the hotel that was dependent on elvis performing.

Concernng Liam, and business deals, the polo article of his friend gonzalo, said that he was gonna get into investor business with liam. Or teach him? Idr. Liam as well as louis, were investors of 5sos if I remember correctly. So I'm sure they knew a little bit of how business works already.

For the record, I still don't know if gonzalo is telling the whole truth.

For Example he said 10 years liam didn't get a break, but 1d didn't last that long. Only 5 year contract with 4 albums if i remember correctly.

I also haven't been able to find confirmation that liam was staying with gonzalo because supposedly liam was traveling all over the world the whole summer. Gonzalo also claimed Geoff would visit there. .i mean there's a Pic of liam, roger, and geoff together, but idk where it was taken. I don't think gonzalo was pictured.

Also if roger had a supposed criminal background, why would gonzalo let roger live in his guesthouse?

..

I say all this to say, that no one cares about the boys as people. There's only vultures willing to take, use, abuse, for profit, etc.I don't buy that roger was ever a manager. He seemed to be an opportunist. What deals did Roger get for liam in these past 6 months? The new articles that it seems roger helped create, he tried to paint himself as a great friend who tried to get him into rehab. But there's another article saying roger was walking away from liam.(I posted screenshots on my blog somewhere of the articles.)

Liams life and even death are being exploited for profit.

Sorry I went on random tangent lol. Ifyou want to ask your friend more about her intuition as far as Liam is concerned, I'd love to hear about it. I've always been interested in supernatural things like premonitions.

I agree also that another autopsy needs to be performed because even fans in Argentina say the government is corrupt.(comments on my pinned post). I think they are taking liams case seriously because it's a worldwide story right now with coverage of all eyes watching.

Supposedly UK sent a team of investigators

Also like I mentioned in a different post, if they don't hold whoever js responsibly for justice, then that would also look bad for their bottom dollar. Aka in Mexico when a couple of tourists were murdered, the cartel found the suspects and turned them in. Why you might ask? Because cartels own the hotels in Mexico and it's a giant source of revenue for them. If they hadn't caught the murderers, people would have stopped coming. Less tourists equals less money for them.

At first I thought it was a suicide because that's that's ha t the news kept reporting. Then I was reading a bunch of comments from The locals (which I copied o to my pinned page). And then I started taking screenshots. Then I thought maybe I should share these comments with someone. And that's how this vlog was born. I think one of the main things that tipped me off is e gold watch not being on his wrist that day he passed. As well as his silver bracelet, which to myknow,edge he had been wearing both for the duration of the trip.

it seems he wasn't wearing jewelry the day he passed according to pics. I believe the gold watch was a birthday present to himself years ago. So it obviously means a lot to him. He was wearing jewelry the other days of his trip though.

Also if your friend has any medical knowledge to share or thoughts, etc., then they are more than welcome.

Thanks for yohr question and for reading mywhole speech haha

[azrantimes]

Maisie Peter's "Funeral" (Ft James Bay) is Romeo and Juliet (& Juliet) coded and here's why

This is a long one so strap in. This is an analysis but I didn't do it like I would make one for school so it's very informal at times.

"I know it's not how you planned it but that's not

The worst thing in the world

I know that you're scared 'cause you think I'll let you down again

But I wouldn't, girl"

This first part is Romeo after Juliet and Francois' failed wedding. "I know it's not how you planned but that's not the worst thing in the world" is basically how the wedding went terrible but that it did end up as a new chance for Juliet and Romeo. "I know that you're scared 'cause you think I'll let you down again" because he has had multiple lovers before his death. "But I wouldn't, girl." He promises her that he's gonna be there for her the second time.

"I want you to want me when you're dead

To roll in your grave like we're not done yet

To call off the whole damn funeral

'Cause our love is so damn beautiful"

This is Juliet's perspective. It's her before Romeo's return wishing they could be together again. "To call off the whole damn funeral cause our love is so damn beautiful." Shakespeare brought Romeo back to life because they're THE tragic lovers.

"I want you to know that the past is past

That everything changed when I heard you laugh

'Cause you sitting there with your headphones in

You were the point of all this livin'"

Back to Romeo! "I want you to know that the past is past" is literally Romeo "forgiving" Juliet before "Since U Been Gone" and "That everything changed when I heard you laugh" is Romeo finding Juliet when he first came back, prepared to fight for her love. "'Cause you sitting there with your headphones in/ You were the point of all this living." Juliet put on her headphones at Romeo's funeral and Romeo literally lived for her.

"I'm sure that you're right

And I can't blame you for things you haven't done yet

Even if I'm scared, you will

And I think a lot about May, about meeting you that day

I was late and a serial blusher

Never made it to the second date"

Juliet!! This is her perspective after the wedding. "And I can't blame you for things you haven't done yet/Even if I'm scared you will." She suggests to redo everything and have another first date. I have a silly reason for "And I think a lot about May, about meeting you that day" but May isn't referring to the month this time, but it's about May and Frankie confessing at the wedding and and how Romeo "revealed" himself to get Juliet back. "Never made it to the second date" because they only knew eacother for less than a week before Romeo died OR if we're staying with the wedding setting because they're redoing their first date.

"But I want you to want me despite all that

To live every day like the plane might crash

To chase every satellite and star

I'd pin all of my hopes to your handlebars"

Juliet but I don't have a lot of things to say about this but again with the "living for you" theme.

"The truth is I'd be such a jealous ghost

I'd scrub all your lover's names out the stone

'Cause you sitting there with your headphones in

You were the point of all this livin'"

This is similar like before so again Romeo. "The truth is I'd be such a jealous ghost/I'd scrub all your lover's names out the stone" is literally Romeo being a jealous ghost, infiltrating at her wedding because he didn't want Frankie to marry her.

"Your heart was full of boys and brimstone"

Romeo to Juliet because she tried to move on quickly plus escape her parents.

"Yours was full of girls who lied"

Juliet to Romeo because of all the girls he told the same things he told Juliet to. This one doesn't really make sense I know.

"Both got hurt by other people

Both found each other, baby, right in time"

Both of their parents suck, and dating eachother was an act of rebellion.

"I don't need to live forever, just not one day longer than you"

I don't think I need to explain this but Juliet debating on killing herself because of Romeo.

"I want you to want me when you're dead

To roll in your grave like we're not done yet

To call off the whole damn funeral

Because our love is so damn beautiful"

This is the same as part 1 of the first chorus but this time it's both of them.

Thank you for reading this thing that was born because of my hyperfixation(s).

[citruslullabies]

hiii I see you do Soul eater requests :3

can you do

Spirit Albarn /Franken Stein Angst (go HAM!!!!! Pour your trauma, heartbreak and ANGER!! Into these two)

Coming out of the oven like a fresh pumpkin pie, sugar!

Trigger warnings: dog death, blood, gore

Romantic/platonic: romantic

Requested by: anonymous

Category: goddamn get out the bucket of ANGST

Ship (romantic or platonic): Spirit Albarn x Stein

Word count: 544

Glitter and guts

As a scientist, Franken had plenty on his plate. He was too busy for a love life of any sort, but it's not like that mattered. Science was far more important.

But he had a few.. run-ins with a rather dumb redhead, one who he could see anxiety in from a mile away when it came to just about anything. He hated to admit it but he found himself drawn to the other, opposites attract after all. It's just basic science.

But he had far too much to do, and found it easier to keep down when he discovered that Spirit Albarn had feelings for him too, as he saw an opportunity for experimentation. After all, why break his own heart when he could break Albarn’s right beside his?

He was dissecting a dog that he found on the side of the road on his table, humming as he inspected its insides and how it managed far differently from humans. He barely glanced up when he heard a knock, wondering who it could be. “Come in.” He said briefly before getting back to work. Spirit Albarn walked inside, flowers in hand as he took a deep breath before an anxious toothy smile appeared on his face. “Stein! Frankie, Steiny!” He said, immediately slapping himself mentally for that.

Spirit Albarn saw the dog on the table and the blood, shivering at the sight of its soul and its intestines all placed aside on a tray. Stein noticed the man's reaction and hummed. “Don't worry, I plan on putting it all back in. Now. What did you want?” He asked while inspecting the large intestine. Okay, gonna ignore the strange behavior of Stein. Just regular Franken behavior. Spirit Albarn scratched his head as he held the flowers out, hoping that Stein would accept them. “Here! I gotcha a little something, just to brighten up this gloomy place.”

But to his surprise; Stein took them, and set them to the side. “Thank you. I'll dissect them later, too.” He murmured while going back to the dog on his table, carefully placing his hand and tweezers back into his stomach. Albarn frowned and wasn't expecting that, a bit unhappy about that as he awkwardly did finger guns. “Heh.. not for dissecting, for decoration.” He said nervously, before walking over and pinching his nose at the stench. “You're very.. smart, y'know? A-and I like that you're smart, always curious about the world around you and-”

“Cut to the chase.” The scientist murmured, not taking his eyes off of the specimen In front of him. The redhead blinked and nervously gulped. “..right, always.. so straightforward. I uh.. I like you, Franken.”

The scientist was quiet, feeling his heart ache for the other. A strange feeling, one he wished to squash and see how it felt. He replied. “Good to know. Now please leave.” He said, bringing the other to confusion. “..what?” The slim man asked, looking at the white haired male with a frown, deeply hurt. “Not even a- a ‘i like you as a friend’? Nothing?”

Stein finally looked up at him, setting his tools down as he looked at him. “You know how I hate lying. What's the point in giving you false hope?”

“You're just.. another experiment.”

Thanks for requesting!

[endvresurvivor]

everlaesting​:

            kiddo .  the word brings a bright grin  to  love's  rosy  lips ,  despite  the  absurd  circumstances  that  were  placed  upon  the  entire  qz .  the  nurse  had  never  known  her  father ,  and  memories  of  her  mom  were  hazy .  nevertheless ,  love  had  always  hoped  that  if  she  were  to  have  had  a  parental  figure ,  someone  older  and  wiser  that  she  could  trust ,  could  speak  to ,  that  person  would've  been  someone  frankie .  a  tiny  chuckle  escapes  her ,  taking  in  his  stance  of  surrender .  ❛ good ,  good .  it  wouldn't  be  wise  to  make  an  enemy  of  a  nurse ,  mister  rivas . ❜  she  warned  in  fake  seriousness ,  giggling  seconds  later .

             ❛ just  a  few  things  to  snack  on ,  nothing  much …  i'm  not ,  um ,  equipped  to  do  much ,  but  i  figured  i  should  share  what  i  have . ❜  after  all ,  those  kids  were  still  growing ;  they  needed  nutrients .  she'd  be  okay .  at  the  mention  of  the  cord  alley ,  love  started  shaking  her  head  franticly .   ❛  no  no  no ,  please ,  don't  worry  about  me .  you– …  you  already  have  enough  to  think  about . ❜  furrowing  her  brows  lightly ,  love  stuffed  both  hands  in  the  holes  of  her  hoodie  before  a  deep  breath  escaped  her .  ❛ you're  not  gonna  get  in  any  trouble ,  right  frankie ?  i-  i  know  things  are  scary  right  now  but …  please  don't  go  putting  yourself  at  even  more  risk . ❜

frankie found himself taking a breath of relief whenever love was around. in a world where there were little to no things or people to give one's life a purpose, the young woman had effortlessly shown him the bright side of the apocalypse & for that alone, he was thankful; plus the fact he couldn't help but realize the shimmer in her eyes reminded her that in her daughter's & that it hadn't taken him long to look out for her as if she was his own. ❛ you’re gonna poke me with a needle if i misbehave or somethin’? ❜ he allows himself to smile at her teasing, folding his arms over his chest to keep warm.

❛ just don't go 'round giving everything you've got, okay? ❜ even if he was always making sure it was just her who got to see this softer side of him, his face twists with concern. the growing hatred he had for FEDRA was seemingly overtaken by love's goodwill; her selflessness had seemed to have rubbed off on him too. he feels around his jacket, finding the two ration cards he had successfully smuggled for earlier that day. ❛ it's just me who i have to take care of, that's not enough, ❜ handing the cards to her, his eyebrows furrow. ❛ i’ll be fine, lovebug. i gotta stick to my usual job.. wether it's riskier or not. i'll be okay. ❜

[dameronology]

domestic random frank castle headcanons

a/n: i had like 5+ requests for frankie content so here u go lads - sorry it's in the short form kinda style, writing full length fics is super draining for me atm and i want to focus on getting some content out til my brain works again. i hope you enjoy <3

frank has to be holding you at night. it's not really negotiable tbh; the bare minimum is having your pinkies linked together

it's not because he's grabby or clingy. it's actually that you're the only thing in this godforsaken world that stops him having nightmares, and he has to know that you're there

do you mind?? hell no. provided it's not the middle of fuckin summer.

it's not uncommon to wake up with frank literally on top of you. he'll probably fall asleep with one arm tossed over your front/back, however you're sleeping, and by the time he rouses in the morning he's been so unconsciously drawn to you that he's just sort of consumed your space whole

either that or he'll accidentally cage you to his own chest with some tight ass grip

give him a prod or a whack though and he'll sort it right out

frank can't cook breakfast to save his life. at best he can manage a slice of toast.

seriously. the first time you stayed over and witnessed him eat a dry, burnt slice of toast with NO BUTTER was almost enough to give you the ick

he can make cereal now too :)

he's very clean. probably a result of being in the military where the standards are super high, but his apartment is orgnanised beautifully and honestly?? his kitchen are bathroom are squeaky clean too

it was weird to him that it surprised you. you didn't tell him it was because you had a mental image of him living in a cave with just a mattress and like. maybe a wall plug to charge his burner phones

frank loves when you wear his clothes.

it started when the washing machine at his place broke so you offered to do it at yours - one of his hoodies caught your eye and he didn't clock it til he found it in your wardrobe

you & frank never had an official conversation about moving in together. you just started spending a few nights a week at his, and then every night, and before you knew it he was asking when you were gonna jump the gun and just stop paying rent at your place lmao

frank gave you full creative control over making the apartment look less like a prison and more like humans lived there. nothing major, but you did buy some curtains and a rug and some pots and pans

he loves lounging around with you. on the sofa, in bed, on the stupid cramped armchair he brought for max (who prefers to sleep at the foot of the bed)

you made his house a home

[sideshow-cellophane-blog]

Operation: Survive

The one where Loid realizes he married a tickle monster

Never before have I felt this loss of control. This helpless sense of urgency that comes with the most evil of torture methods. I hope Franky is having more fun with Anya than I am here.

Loid was thankful that the drunken siblings were capable of some mercy, shown by how they slowed down to let him breathe. Or, how Yor stopped wiggling her fingers from their vantage point above his trapped arms, and Yuri paused only to take another drink from his glass. He did not get off of Loid's waist, and Yor did not get off of his arms. All that it had taken was poking and verbal teases from either side to get the spy down to the floor, where all hell had broken loose as two drunk tickle monsters found a new victim. Loid had forgotten what it felt like to laugh as hard as he just had, and his heart sunk when Yuri set his glass down to continue before he could catch his breath.

"P-plehease...You two, this is horrible!" His pout was not exaggerated, and the look of fear was in Loid's eyes, certainly not Twilight's, as Yuri wiggled his fingers above the other's stomach. It twitched as he sucked it in. "I don't deserve thihis!"

"Liar! You lied about being ticklish, and you know what I think about liars!" Stubborn as ever. "Now we're gonna prove it! We're gonna hear you really laugh! Not fake laugh!"

"You've already tickled me! You've been tickling meHEEE!"

Yuri had only poked him, but his body had jumped and curled in a ticklish way.

Loid shot his wife a pleading look. She seemed unphased and distant, and wordlessly dug her fingers back into his armpits. She lightly scratched over the thin cloth of his shirt and that alone was some of the most terrible tickling he had ever experienced in his life. He made a mental note to never let his enemies get this same chance his wife and brother-in-law had. His back jolted with each loud cackle as the sensations shot through his body, getting worked up and sensitive the longer it was teased. She would flick his red ears or neck occasionally and earn a genuine squeak each and every time.

"GaHAAA! GUYS, ah, ahHEE-AHH! KTH, nohohAHAHAHA! FUCK, FUCK, NOHOHOHO! I'M, AHA, HEEEEE!" He stomped his feet hard as Yuri yanked his shirt up to get at his belly button, a surprising spot that made Loid explode into loud, solid cackling and guffaws. Smirking at this reaction, the other leaned down to blow a raspberry on the spot and was met with uncharacteristically giddy, squealing giggles. Suddenly, the spy was a child again. Not in the bad ways - not the wars - but something about safety that he was too ticklish to think about at the moment.

Yor's fingers were on either side of his neck now, giving soft tickles that had him further devolving into utter, giddy panic. He never thought panicking could be done while laughing his brains out, and it was a mixture of fun and torture that left the spy confused.

Yuri's face lit up. His hands kept toying and poking at Loid's bare tummy and sides and hips, giggling and announcing the spots that proved Loid was ticklish. "See that navel? A lot of nerve endings are in this liar's tummy button! And just below it! See Loidy, we proved that you're really ticklish! Mmm, you need to be careful moving around that kitchen with sides this ticklish! Can you say how much this tickles, on a scale of liar to ticklish liar who regrets lying about being ticklish?"

Loid was breathless and begging through the sheer panic at the realization that Yuri wouldn't stop and Yor was in a similar state. "Pleheheeease! Oh, OH, GAHAHAHAHAD!"

All ten fingers, scratching and wiggling into that little soft spot just below his belly button. The bastard-in-law was having a good time. "Is this a tickly-wickly spot? Right here? Is this a spot that makes wittle Loidy-liars tell the truth? Is it?" He teased, and Loid's eyes widened. Would either of them speak this way sober?! This was humiliating and the sheer forced hilarity was what made him laugh harder, not the fact that the teasing had him flustered beyond measure and made the silly torture even worse.

"OHOHOHO! NahhhhhhaaaaaAAAH!" He wheezed. His face and ears were a bright shade of red and on fire.

Yor's fingers never let up despite her silence, a side effect of the alcohol. Something to do with being practiced as an older sister perhaps, but she knew what tickling where caused the best reactions for Loid. Digging into his armpits, drawing random shapes or writing words in them, scratching under his chin softly, tapping down to his ribs where Loid would squirm. Yuri's fingers joined hers on the lower ribs, which seemed to be worse than his sides from how much he wriggled. She felt her face flushing at the realization her husband, who was always so stressed and tired from working and raising Anya (who was having dinner with her other uncle) was really giving in to the tickle monsters. His smile was the biggest she had ever seen, he had never cried this hard from laughing (although they had certainly gone overboard), and he had not really fought that hard to stop either one of them from doing this. She noticed how he looked though. The way his hair was messier than usual, his cheeks were more rosy with a grin that big, and now that his stamina was almost out, it was softening into something more helpless and tired. Something about him was simply so...endearing.

"My husband is such a cutie," She sighed happily. She opted to give him another break, watching Yuri slow down now that Loid really was getting out of control and spasming with his reactions. "Yuri, I think it is bedtime..."

"S' tickle time," Yuri frowned.

"Enough tickles," She fell to the side and released Loid's arms from under her knees. He shot them down to massage his tingling skin.

Yuri was deciding whether to actually stop the torture or keep going now that Yor was going to sleep, but his thinking was interrupted by the front door swinging open. Franky and Anya walked in, the former with a grocery bag that had several stuffed animals for the girl.

Stop being the fun uncle and spoiling my daughter! You could have saved me if you hadn't gone out!

Loid's eyes widened as he realized what sort of a disheveled state he must be in, and was exhausted to boot. "Uh..."

Yuri, on the other hand, had an evil idea. "Your papa lied about how ticklish he is! Yor and I were testing him!"

Franky snorted, and Loid felt like murdering him when he saw Anya sharing that exact same smirk. "You find that spot on his ribs?"

"TRAITOR!" Loid exclaimed.

"Sleepy time," Yor said again, and raised her arm to wave at the informant and daughter. "Papa doesn't need anymore tickles tonight! We'll play again some time soon," She grabbed Yuri and pulled him off so Anya could sit on her Papa's lap instead.

Loid pulled himself up as she tried to wiggle her little fingers over his chest. He allowed himself to giggle because really, Yuri and Yor were tickle monsters and had done a number on him, but grabbed Anya's small hands in his own and kissed one like she was a princess. "D-don't tickle Papa, tell me what Franky did to you."

"Uncle Scruffy and I got pizza!" Her eyes lit up, and Loid let himself relax again as he listened to what they did that evening. The siblings were falling asleep, Franky was for once being helpful by putting away empty dinner plates and wine glasses, and Anya still needed to get ready for bedtime.

He was thankful being a spy gave him so much stamina, otherwise he would have definitely drifted off from the tickle torture too.