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Of all the random headcanons I have I think the funniest is that after being away from Hermitcraft for so long, Welsknight wakes up in inactivity-limbo and Vort3xdragon is just there.
Wels is all 'this is Not season 9. Hmmmm' and just gets a heart attack from hearing 'Yo, wassup dawg' in the world's most chill teenager drawl ever. I think Vort3x would occasionally trauma dump late at limbo-night but Wels couldn't ever figure out if he was fucking with him or not. Wels brings up Moon Big and Vort3x is completely nonplussed "Huh, cool story bro. How did you use it in your trap?" and Wels is just going ??? where did he get trapping and killing from 'Moon Big'?
#lssmp#Lifesteal SMP#Lifesteal x Hermitcraft#Welsknight#Vort3xdragon#does anyone else see my vision#I just want them to hang out because I feel that after a while the more chill vort3x got#the more apoplectic Wels would get#Who the fuck are those people you mention#is this parrot guy an enemy or a friend#and vort3x is like 'why the or bro'#he's my best friend and my enemy dawg it's that easy
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backspin | bbf!frankie
surprise! we're taking a quick detour to fuck around with our brother's best friend again. what else is new.
pairing: bbf!frankie morales x fem!reader summary: you try to get even with frankie. it works. warnings: reader is santiago's younger sister, she and frankie do not get along, enemies to lovers, mention of throwing up, alcohol consumption, cursing, oral, more dickhead frankie and more sassy reader word count: 6.3k
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So, you fucked around with Frankie.
Itâs no big deal, right? It was just a one-time thing. There was tension, you guys relieved it. Scratched an itch. Served a purpose. You still fucking hate the guy, and he still fucking hates you.
Nothingâs changed.
Right?
Mal sprays wine all over the kitchen table when you tell her. Gargles a, Sorry â fuck â sorry, through what little of the alcohol is left in her mouth.
You wipe your face clean in the crook of your elbow. Itâs in your fucking eyelashes. You blink the room back into focus, and â âJesus, Mal!â
Dark droplets teeter around the edge of the table, threatening to plunge straight down onto your momâs chair cushions â thus damning you to her very own personal hell for all eternity. You can feel the flames licking at your feet already.
Your best friend rips a sheet of paper towel and drags it over the wood â white bleeding violet at the first swipe. âWhyâd you tell me as I was taking a sip?â
âI didnât think youâd fucking hose me down,â you hiss, taking the soaked crumple from her hands.
âYou didnât think Iâd be a little surprised that you and Catfish Morales hooked up? Are you fucking serâ? Actually, you know what? Iâm not that surprised.â
You glare at her from the sink, upper lip curled.
Mallory Bennett has been privy to your every thought since you were six years old. Hand in hand, arms swinging as you marched into first grade together.
Most days, you barely have to open your mouth â one flinching expression, one flash of eye contact, and she can parrot your own thoughts back to you.
Francisco Morales going down on you two nights ago is the first thing youâve ever had to confess to her. Itâs the first thing she never saw coming.
âShut up,â you breathe, eventually thawing and sweeping over to your chair. The table sticks to your arms when you sit back down.
âThereâs a lot to unpack there, alright? A lot of tension. I mean, you gotta fuckinâ feel it. You two hate each otherâs guts! And youâre both single, and youâre only here for two weeks. And â heâs Santiâs best friend. Itâs justâŠitâs the perfect storm.â
Another exasperated sigh passes your lips. You settle back, eyes closed, and lift your palm. âEnough. Iâve heard enough.â
âYou wouldnâtâve told me if you didnât wanna talk about it. Was he good?â
âMal.â
âWas he?â
âI was drunk. I donât remember.â
âBullshit.â Her face screws up; the gold hoops wobble from her ears. âLike hell you donât remember. Tell me.â
Your eyes slip from her over to Ange. The old pup pushes herself to her feet with a huff, her joints stiff and bones frail. She moseys over to your side. You scratch the back of the dogâs neck, shrugging to Mal.
âMaybe if you hadnât cheated your way to a free round of drinks, Iâd remember enough to share.â
âFuck you,â she snorts, voice rounded by her wine glass. âMaybe that just means you gotta do it again â sober.â
You scoff.
Angie looks up at you â watery eyes blinking, tail slowly fanning.
Malâs already recounting the time Frankie snitched on the two of you for raiding your momâs makeup bag. She waves her hands in the air, eyes bulging.
Do it again. The thought actually makes you want to laugh.
You and Frankie â you and Catfish, hooking up again. As if the first time wasnât a total mishap, the biggest mistake in judgement you think youâve ever made.
He drove you home, he made you come, he left.
One nil, right? You have one up on him. You got yours, and he probably went home and jerked off to the thought of it. Alone in his room, tongue licking at the corners of his mouth where he could still taste your release.
You won.
You won, against Frankie Morales.
ââŠand then fuckinâ â Pope tried to help us tidy it up, remember? He was scrubbing the hell outta the lipstick on the mirror. But that asshole â Frankie,â she seethes, âhe went downstairs as soon as your mom came home. As soon as sheâŠAnd he fucking ratted!â
She growls, balls her fists. Screws her eyes tight shut like the enraged eight-year-old she was back then. She still has the same little crease between her brows. âWhat the hell got into you that night? We hate him, junior!â
Ange slumps to the floor with a sigh.
âMe too, girl,â you mutter to her, twirling the base of your glass. You look back up at the crazed woman opposite. âI donât know,â you insist. âI was drunk, we were on our ownâŠIt just happened, alright?â
Her shoulders roll in a shrug. She lifts her glass to clink the neck of the bottle against the rim, purple wine spilling in a swirl. âMaybe itâs the start of something.â
You scoff. âMal. Come on.â
âIâm serious. Perfect storm.â
âNope. No storm. Stop that.â
She jabs a tipsy finger in your direction. âLet me get this straight. Youâre telling me that you messed around with your arch fucking menesisâ arch fuckingâŠwith â with Frankie, and you just â still feel nothing for him?â
âNo,â you admit, âI feel plenty for him. I hate his fucking guts. I used to wish every birthday that heâd disappear. One time in church, when Father Joseph told everybody to bow their heads ân pray, I actually asked God to kill him for me.â
âNot Father Joseph!â Mal shrieks, grinning. âHe was so fucking hot, by the way, for a dude with no hair. When the sunlight caught that cueball just rightâŠthat was a real fucking miracle. Goddamn.â
You bat her snicker away. âMe and Frankie used to brawl so bad that our moms had to separate us,â you continue. âI had to sit in the front seat if we drove anywhere â and that still didnât stop him! Heâd reach around the headrest and flick my fucking ear.â
âYou gave as good as you got, though. Iâm surprised he can even still get hard, the number of times your footâŠâ She swings her leg and kicks your thigh softly. âHe was an ass, I know.â
âHe was an ass then, heâs still an ass now. Thatâs all there is to it.â
âOkay,â Mal concedes. Her dark, glossy hair surfs around the lip of her wine glass when she leans in. âBut you wouldnâtâve told me unless it was still on your mind. âs all Iâm saying.â
You throw yourself back with a quick, angry shake of your head. Your tongue flicks over your top lip.
âAll Iâm saying,â she repeats, holding her hands up.
But I won, you think â in a petulant little whine. Like you could shake your fists and stamp your feet at the same time. You got one up on him. He â he made youâŠ
He made you come. He saw you. Felt you. Tasted you.
He knows what you sound like, whimpering his fucking name. Drunk on him, begging him not to stop. And now, the image of him fisting his cock over the memory of it feels less like a victory, and more like â
Another fucking loss.
You have no idea what he looks like, coming undone. No clue what his fragmented moans sound like as they tear from the bottom of his throat and rain down over you. You donât know the weight of him in your hands, the wet slip of his tip as he leaks over your tongue.
Malâs onto something new. Taken by a Facebook post from some girl you went to high school with. Biggest head I ever saw on a fucking baby, she mutters, wincing and then sprinkling a handful of salted peanuts on her tongue.
Frankieâs cocky smirk clouds over the sight of her at the opposite end of your kitchen table.
Francisco fucking Morales. The asshole wins again.
All at once, you hear his rotten little jeers in your ear â curbed painfully by his middle finger searing across your lobe. You feel his heavy palm on your skull, fingers scrunching roughly into your scalp.
A temper boils between your ears, heavy over your head. It feels juvenile, as if itâs armed with a Barbie in one fist and a juice box in the other. Sunken and wallowing in shame and rage, red-hot waves which wash over you as Mal cackles at some video on her phone.
You feel Frankieâs hands around your legs; the flicks of his hair tickling the inside of your thighs. The swarm of butterflies deep in your belly as you watched his figure swagger back across the street to his truck.
Loss after loss after loss. Each one wearing a satisfied smirk and a Standard Oil baseball cap.
Each one staining deeper than red wine in varnished oak.
You grit your teeth.
Frankie â
fucking â
Morales.
Santi floats the idea of a barbecue. Because of course he fucking does.
He says his place is too small, too many neighbors in earshot â and as long as Ms. Teller takes both hearing aids out, she wonât even know itâs happening.
âJust the guys ân us,â he chirps. âYou, me, Will, BennyâŠFran-kieâŠ?â
You gag down the line. Body instinct whenever his name is mentioned, worsened by the latest developments in your relations. Ange glances up from her spot beneath the oak tree â her milky fur stark against the velvet green grass.
Santi chokes on a laugh. âMal, too, if that helps with the Catfish thing.â
You lean the phone on your collarbone, sitting forward to apply a second coat of polish to your toes. The red gloss shines in the early morning light. âHe is not welcome in my house.â
âFirst off: not your house. Second ââ
âMy house for the next eleven days.â
He says your name flatly. It sounds like a door being slammed. It shuts you up as though youâre nine again. ââŠSecond: he wonât be in the house. Heâll be in the backyard.â
âYou owe me,â you protest. âFor ditching me the other night. Iâm cashing in, Santiago. You want a cookout? No Frankie.â
Your brother sighs. âAnd how am I supposed to explain that to him, hermana?â
âDonât,â you tell him. âWhat he doesnât know canât hurt him.â
Santi mutters something incoherent, though you know from the razor-sharp tone of voice that itâs no compliment. Still â heâs a man of his word.
Eventually he agrees: no Frankie at the barbecue.
The store is chilly, plucking goosebumps along your arms.
You round the aisles, scanning your list. Youâve been battling with a janky front wheel which has squealed and veered off-course at every fucking turn. It almost mowed over an elderly woman in the meat aisle.
Youâve cleared most of what Santi told you to get. Drinks, ice, buns, meat, corn on the cob. He wanted to use Momâs dinner plates â but that, you countered, runs the risk of them being scraped, chipped, or worst of all, smashed.
Thatâs not a risk youâre willing to take. So youâve piled in some paper plates and plastic cutlery, too â just to be on the safe side.
The cashier cuts a familiar figure at the checkout: her navy apron and full-cheek grin. Sheâs a staple sight from your childhood â a pair of dimples and sweet giggle trailing after you as youâd follow your momâs skirt back out to the parking lot.
Her eyes widen and she clasps her hands when she notices you approaching. âWell, would you look who it is?â she sings.
âHey, Pol,â you say, fanning yourself with your scrawled shopping list. âHow you doing?â
The belt jolts your supplies closer to her bejeweled fingers.
âSame as always, honey. Rockinâ and rollinâ. What brings you back to town?â
âHousesitting, dog-sittingâŠSanti-sitting. Mom and Dad are on a cruise.â
âOh, thatâs right,â she says, nodding. âShe told me last week. Caribbean, right?â
You nod, sucking a deep, unenthused breath in.
Pol hums, smiling to herself as she clicks the barcode for your hotdogs into her computer. She begins telling you what her granddaughter thinks of second grade â her two times table and the tadpoles theyâre keeping in class.
Your eyes sweep around the store as she chats. Everything looks the way it always did, a time capsule from the nineties. Speckled floor and fluorescent lights; placards hanging overhead which sway each time the great glass doors pull open.
Baskets of fruit and veg lined alongside a lawn set on offer. Beside that, heaps of flowers and stacked planters. Beside those, a discarded shopping cart. And beside that â
Frankie fucking Morales.
Well â the silhouette of him. Itâs pretty bright outside. But youâd recognize the outline of that dumb baseball cap anywhere. Heâs talking to one of the assistants.
You hand Pol the cash Santiago gave you, and she trades it for a receipt. Dumping your bags back into your cart, you nod to her in thanks and stalk off towards the sliding doors.
Frankie tosses and twirls a pack of cigarettes in his hand. The assistant is telling him about some big college football game.
Your grip tightens on the janky-wheeled cart. You feel your skin begin to heat; prickling all over your arms, flushing down between your shoulder blades. Gathering somewhere south of there.
But you walk by him with purpose, choosing to ignore that warm feeling. Choosing to ignoreâŠhim.
He doesnât turn. Thankfully.
The doors grant you exit and you give your cart one good shove across the threshold, back out into blinding daylight and sticky heat.
âAlright, man,â Frankieâs voice calls from behind. âGood talkinâ to ya.â
You nail your eye on the car. Itâs, like, fifteen paces. You can make it fifteen steps without having to deal with him, right? If you take longer strides, itâs probably more like ten.
Ten steps, and then youâre in the sanctuary of your car. You donât have to see, speak to, or deal with him.
So why are you slowing down?
Youâre slowing down. You are. Youâre borderline fucking loitering. Quietly hoping heâll notice, catch up, maybe talk to â
You click the unlock button. The car beeps in response.
Five steps out. The front wheel is rattling. Youâre doing your best to ignore it.
Four.
Three.
The wheel spins, flitting like a confused compass needle, and stops dead in the opposite direction. The cart hurtles out of your grip for less than a second before you recover it and haul it close to your car, cursing under your breath.
But a force â stronger, steadier â reaches around your body and takes hold of the thing. It guides it back to course. A force which, when it speaks, sounds a shit ton like â
âWoah, lil Santi,â Frankie mutters, and your chest leaps.
You freeze in your tracks. His weight is still around your back. Heâs right fucking there, when you turn to look.
The brim of his cap bumps against your head. He steps back with a smirk on his face. Heâs so fucking smug, you could slap him. âYou tryna cause a goddamn accident with that thing?â
You pull a disingenuous smile. âHey, Fish. Ever tried minding your own business?â
He feigns a wounded sound and clutches his chest. âOuch. Iâm just looking out for ya.â
âFeels more like youâre pestering me.â You pull on the door handle and slot the first bag along the backseat.
Frankie lifts his chin, peering in at the contents. The star-spangled plated, the dripping bags of ice. âHaving a party?â he asks, one eyebrow cocked.
You yank the bag from his sight, spinning to push it alongside the others. âNope.â
He crosses his arms. âSure looks like youâre having one.â
âWell, Iâm not.â You slam the door and turn back to him, staring blankly.
âForgot,â he sniffs, âyou need friends to have a party.â
âHilarious. Those shit jokes how you make all your friends?â
He nods, impressed. Pouts his lips like an annoying little fish. Suits his stupid fucking nickname. âThen whyâd Benny call ân ask if Iâll be at Popeâs parentsâ tonight?â
Shit. Fucking â Benny.
You sigh, eyes rolling closed. Your fingers massage your temples. âItâs notâŠitâsâŠâ
âCookout, right? Yeah. That stings, baby. No call, no text. You owe me, remember?â
âI owe you jack shââ
âTwo drinks,â Frankie clips, holding a finger up to shush you. âThree, if you count saving your car from one hell of a scratch.â
âFuck off,â you breathe, and then give voice to, âItâs a small gathering of friends, and â now you, apparently.â
He sways forward, bumping the cart into your hip. âYou need me to bring anything?â
You heave it straight back at him, hopefully hard enough to bruise. âTranquilizer gun, if youâve got one.â
âCan get something even stronger, if itâs a party youâre after.â
Your eyes thin. âWouldnât be my momâs favorite for much longer if she found out you were doing coke in her backyard.â
Frankie smiles. That trademark Catfish grin. âIâve done worse in her kitchen, baby.â
Heâs so goddamn cocky. So full of it, it makes you want to scream. He studies you, eyes shadowed by his cap. His hair flicks out around his ears, dark curls doused in golden sunlight.
When your eyes trace the shape of his jaw, the wiry hair above his top lip â the faint flicker of a memory glows across your skin.
The weight of his hand on your stomach, pinning you to the bed. The bristling feeling ghosting the inside of your thighs. Your desperate wet, his tongue covering ground across your body like claiming territory.
Every shade of wrong. Ignoring every atom in your body â betraying every version of yourself for ten minutes of euphoria. He brought every numb nerve under your skin to attention, the second he knelt between your knees.
But heâs looking at you now, the same way he did the other night. Itâs boyish and dangerous. A naked match just waiting to fall.
Maybe youâre waiting for an excuse to drop it.
Frankie gives his cap a quick tug, and makes off for his truck.
âSee you at seven, Garcia.â
Daylight melts into dusk and with it, goes the sharp sting of summer. A pale blue rolls across the horizon, covering the yard in a hazy sort of chill. A relieving breeze, like satin over newly burned skin.
Youâre still fucking sweating.
âAre you going to help me, or you just gonna lie there and text your girlfriend?â you call across the yard.
The dark figure spilling over the edge of the hammock grunts in response.
âSanti.â
Your brother groans, rolling free from the marigold fabric. He strides across the lawn, swinging an arm down to ruffle Angeâs ears. âNot a girlfriend,â he says, slipping his phone into his back pocket. âSheâsâŠsheâs more of aâŠâ
You lift your hand. âNot something I need to know.â
He laughs and looks at the spread on the table. He lifts the corner of a tricolor napkin, straightens a plastic fork. The foil over the hamburger buns crinkles. âWe did a good job. Looks great.â
âWe?â You scoff, slapping his wrist away. âYeah, me and the fucking dog, more like.â
âHow much did it all come to? The food and shit?â
You shrug. âLike, forty dollars. I donât know.â
âGave you sixty. Whereâs my change?â
You frown, hands on your hips. âIf you donât know how to budget properly, thatâs not my problem.â
âAnd if you donât know when to just lie and say you spent it all, thatâs not mine. Twenty bucks, kid.â He holds his hand out, fingers beckoning.
The squeal of the gate interrupts, followed by a barrage of voices. Will and Benny and Mal and â as you lean back to watch them parade through the yard, you spot the figure of Frankie at their heels.
âPope?â Will calls. âPope, do me a favor. Remind me which one of us threw up at Busch Gardens that one time. Remember â right after we rode Gwazi?â
Santiago chuckles. âI remember Mallory wearing her raspberry slushie.â
Will guffaws in Malâs face.
âI spit up!â she protests. âI spit up in a flowerbed. I was not wearing my slushie.â
âYou were fluorescent pink the whole day,â Will says. He slings an arm around your shoulders. âYou remember, lil Santi?â
You frown. Yeah, you fucking remember.
You remember being forced to sit between Frankie and Mal the entire way home. Santiago got dibs on the front seat by pretending he was carsick, and Mal had to sit by an open window so she didnât stink your dadâs car out with all her raspberry-flavored puke.
You and Frankie bickered the whole journey. Both absolutely certain that the other was leaning too far over your seats. Your dad vowed heâd never let you both in his car at the same time, ever again.
âMhm,â you grit, shooting daggers at your best friend.
She mouths a Sorry, and then places her salad bowl in the middle of the table. âEnough about throwing up. Iâm starving. Letâs eat.â
The boys spend twenty minutes arguing over how the barbecue works, before a single bit of food is cooked. You and Mal watch from the table, sneaking Ange slices of cheese and giggling when Will and Benny break into their fifth argument of the night.
Santi and Frankie take charge, shoving the brothers out of the way.
Pope passes over the meat, while Frankie mans the grill. He lifts his cap and wipes his brow with his bicep, giving his head a shake as he flips burgers and turns sausages.
And no, youâre not watching him. Youâre focused on Mal and her story about some guy from work. Or â it might be a guy from her yoga class. The instructor, maybe? Youâre not sure. Frankie just flapped the collar of his shirt and the hem lifted, exposing a sliver of his tummy.
Youâre not watching him, though.
He runs his tongue along his top lip, focusing on the sizzle and spatter of the grill. His arm tenses, turning the tongs over and over. Wide shoulders stretch when he reaches for a plate.
Heâs laughing quietly at whatever Santiâs babbling about at his side. His eyes are stuck on the barbecue in front of him. His fingers twirl around the tongs again. He never looked so lean and so broad and so fucking different, all at once.
Weird different. Good different?
You feel your cheeks flush with heat. This time, itâs not so much anger, as it is â
Oh, shit.
Mal gets up for a refill at the same time Santiago jogs inside to grab more meat. You and Frankie are alone on the patio â Will and Benny are kicking a ball for Ange to chase on the grass.
Morales turns, and you instantly stare down at your beer. You take a forceful swig as he approaches.
âHotdog?â he asks, holding a plate down to you.
âHuh?â
He glares at you and scoffs. âAre you dumb? Hotdog.â He slips it onto the table in front of you.
You squint at the grill marks, and then squint up at Frankie. Puzzled andâŠoffended, at the same time. You come back to your body with a jolt. âWhy the hell are youâ? Have you laced it with something?â
He shoots a glance over his shoulder, tongue between his teeth. âNo, I havenât fucking laced it with anything. I just figured you should have the first one, since you put all this on for us. But â Jesus, give me it.â
Your fingers lock around the paper plate when he tries to steal it back. For all that heâs a dick and might actually try to poison you â youâre fucking starving.
You figure you can stomach the poison.
Frankie sighs. He lets go. âIâm tryna be nice, alright? You know nice?â
âI know nice. Youâre not it.â
âShut up and eat your hotdog, lil Santi.â
You mimic him in a squeak as he strolls off, shaking his head. Still, the second heâs back at the grill, you rip into the hotdog.
Frankie stays at the opposite end of the table for the entire meal â closest seat to the barbecue, and furthest seat from you. Thereâs too much chatter, too much hilarity being thrown back and forth between you for either of you to kick up a row.
Probably better for the guysâ sakes, but â you want to fucking row.
Itâs like a hit, now. A rush of electricity, any time Frankie looks at you for longer than it takes his face to twist into a grimace. Youâre hunting for ways to ignite something â anything. Looking for an excuse to drop that naked match and set the whole thing alight.
Because itâs fun, when youâre in the heat of it. Feeling his eyes on you, as hot and angry as flames. Being suffocated by the smoke of it all; breathing in less and less air and moreâŠhim.
And, anyway â who knows you better than the one person who pisses you off the most?
As the sun is snuffed by the heavy hand of dusk, you disappear to a quieter corner of the yard. Tucked between two thick beech trees, you throw yourself into the hammock â one leg draped over the side, swinging idly through the night air.
A beer bottle balanced on your tummy, the round base seeping a chilled ring into your shirt. The swish of leaves overhead and the annoying midges at your ears for company.
That is â until the sound of footsteps over crisp grass, and the creak of an old, splintered garden chair disturb your peace.
Frankie adjusts his cap, flatting his fringe beneath it, and sits back. âYou never change, do you, Garcia? Still the same little longer you always were.â
You hold your hands out, gulping back beer â and glee. âCan I fucking help you? Iâm minding my own business.â
âThought you might want some company.â
âNot yours, dickhead. You think Iâm way the hell over here âcause I wanted you to come annoy me?â
He hums, picking at a flake of paint on the armrest. âSure wanted me to annoy you the other night.â
âAlright,â you clip. âCheap shot. You been practicing that one all afternoon?â
âSince I saw you at the store.â
You roll your eyes.
Frankie slips a cigarette from its pack and lights it, tipping his chin to blow a white cloud to the sky. âYouâre too much fun,â he tells the stars.
You squint through the dark, staring at the glowing cherry. âWhat?â
âYou. You get so pissed, so easily. Always have.â
âWell, you antagonize me. Always have.â
His cheeks lift. Itâs something softer than a smirk, still laced with too much attitude to be a smile. âThatâs âcause you were always around. Everywhere Santi went, there you were. Closer than his shadow.â
âWell,â you glower, ââs what happens when you have a big brother. Youâre void of love; I wouldnât expect you to understand.â
âNo, I get it,â he says. âIt just got fun to mess with you, after a while.â
âUhuh,â you take another swig, âso is that what youâre doing? Messing with me?â
Frankieâs shoulders jump. âYou tell me. There were two of us in your room that night.â
You swing your legs down to the grass. Itâs brittle under your socks when you stand, still focusing on the end of his cigarette. âDamn, you really canât shut up about it, can you? How many times have you tugged one to the thought of it?â
âTugged one,â he snickers, but he seems nervous â watching as you approach. âWhat age are you?â
You push his knees wider, slotting between his thighs. âWhich part does it for you? What sends you over the edge?â
âCome on, lil Santi,â Frankie says, averting his eye. âYouâre embarrassing yourself now.â
One knee up, resting on the crease of his jeans. You lean forward and nudge his hip, lay your hands gently on his shoulders. âI bet you still hear me in your dreams.â
He scans up and down your body, lingering on your bare thigh. âNot â not gonna work, kid,â he promises, shaking his head. âYou still annoy the fuck outta me.â
âRight, right.â You pinch the pale stick from between his teeth. ââcause nothingâs changed, yeah?â
His head sways in agreement. Heâs distracted, watching as you lift your hand to your mouth.
You smile down at him. ââcept you know how I taste now, so.â
You slot the damp end of the cigarette between your lips and suck. Sharp, acrid heat sails over your tongue and down your throat, filling your chest in one inhale. You cough a little, batting the smoke as you blow it out.
âTastes fucking disgusting,â you croak. âHow can you smoke these?â
Frankieâs eyes never leave your lips. âYou get used to it.â
You take another draw, letting the smoke soar through the space between you. âGross,â you say, and prop the cig back between his lips. âJust like you!â
âShâŠshut up,â he groans, adjusting in his seat.
âMake me.â
But he doesnât bite. Doesnât flinch. He just stares back, rolling the smoldering stick between his thumb and finger. Running his tongue along his teeth.
You spill the last of your beer onto your tongue, cocking an eyebrow at him, and push from his lap.
You make it no more than five steps, before that same weight from the parking lot is around your shoulders.
He pings the cigarette somewhere in the grass, and grabs onto your elbow.
âFranâ Jesus â Where are weâ?â
He drags you through the dull dusk to the other side of the lawn, ignoring the click of the motion sensor. Youâre thrown through a wooden door onto cold concrete before the yard light floods over you.
It takes a second for your eyes to adjust. Weak slivers of moonlight illuminate each tool hanging from the wall. The fairy lights outside lose their battle against the darkness the second they creep through the window.
Before you can sling something mocking at him, Frankie has you pinned against the wall.
âYou want me to make you shut up?â he growls, teeth grazing your neck. His fingers slip behind the waist of your shorts, plucking at the button. âIâll make you shut up. Make you shut up all goddamn night.â
âFrankie,â you gasp, grabbing hold of his shirt. You push on his chest, walking him backwards over to the workbench.
The thing shudders when he rocks against it.
âThe fuck are you doing?â he murmurs, watching as you kneel before him.
âGetting used to it,â you reply.
You pull his belt apart, loosen the fly on his pants, and pull until theyâre low on his hips.
Frankie holds onto the bench with a white-knuckle grip. He lays his hand over the crown of your head, rubbing small circles. A laugh slips across his tongue. âThis what youâve been thinkinâ about?â
You ignore him, instead focusing on the solid shape in his underwear.
His hips flinch when you drag your palm along it. Heâs hard already. He hisses at your cold fingers on his stomach, tensing as your knuckles skim below the elastic.
And thenâŠheâs in your palm. All of him. Frankie fucking Morales.
Youâre trying not to think too deep about it.
Your fingers wrap around him, barely meeting around his width, and you slip him from his boxers.
His cock springs free, swaying once, twice â then settling to the right.
Your mouth fills with saliva. Suddenly â thereâs no way not to think too deep about it.
HeâsâŠheâs big. Heâs thick; smooth and sculpted, veins trailing around his shaft. Itâs not like you ever considered what heâs walking around with before, but looking at it now â you canât believe itâs him.
Without thinking, you lean in and kiss him all the way down to the hair at his base. A wet trail, lips curving around the size of him. You run your tongue up and down, circling the tip and toying with it.
Frankie cups your cheek. âPretty little mouth,â he utters. âPut it to good use, huh?â
You donât need him to ask twice.
You sink down on him. Every inch of him â every aching, choking inch. Your jaw slackens to take him; nails digging into his thighs when he bumps the back of your throat.
âOh, shit, baby,â he hisses. His hand comes down on your head a little too heavily.
You yelp and pull back, gasping when he slips out. âPrick,â you breathe, closing your lips around his tip again.
âJust too sweet with it,â he murmurs, guiding himself back across your tongue.
You suckle on him, using your hands to pump the inches your mouth canât take.
Frankieâs head tips back, panting at the roof. His hips thrust to meet your movements. âFeels so â goddamn â good,â he moans, and you hum with glee.
You take his balls in your hands, kneading them as you work your way lower. Heâs so deep in your mouth that it makes your eyes water. Each slip of his tip against the back of your throat makes you gag, pulls a lewd, muffled sound from your chest.
It shouldnât feel like this. You shouldnât be enjoying it this much. But heâs falling apart under your fingertips, heâs unwinding right before you. Heâs whispering your name, begging you not to stop. Just like that, just like that, just like that. Oh, fuck, just like that.
Itâs addictive. Now that you know how he looks, how he feels, youâll never go back to before. When the most thrill he gave you was a burning temper; feeling your pulse jump in your throat with rage.
This â whatever the fuck this is â is all you know, now. Pulling threads from one another, watching the way they unravel. Watching each other unravel. Flashes of eye contact, salt and slick and sex dripping from every secret word.
Frankieâs hips jerk. His cock spasms.
You donât want him to come down your throat. You donât want him to climax when heâs too deep for you to taste it.
You want him all over â your lips, your tongue, dribbling down your chin. You want to mix him with your saliva and swallow; warm, salty, Frankie.
He got his taste. Now you want yours.
You bring your hands up to his thighs, purposefully pushing back off him.
His grip loosens, and he looks down. Brows low and close, eyes blown wide like heâs higher than any drug could take him.
Heâs as addicted as you are.
âMy mouth,â you mumble, head of his cock circling your glistening lips. âIn my mouth.â
âYeah?â he says, and the weight of his cock slaps on your bottom lip. âThat where you want it, baby?â
âMhm.â You wrap your lips back around him.
âFuckinâ filthy,â Frankie spits, laughing. âShit â just like that. Yeah, thatâs it.â
Three, four more soaking strokes of your tongue and heâs twitching again.
You pull back only enough to rest his tip on your tongue, feeling the pulsing heat as he comes. Watching the way his face tightens, the pull of his brows as it overcomes him.
His eyes stay locked on you. Your fluttering lashes, your puffy, glossy lips. He fills your mouth and then some â semen spilling from the corners and dribbling down your jaw. And the sound he makes â this broken, scattered moan, bordering on a fucking whimper â is fucking perfect.
Frankieâs hand locks at the base of your skull, holding you steady until heâs done. His cock slips from your bottom lip. He gives one last satisfied sigh, petting your head as you stroke him slowly, tenderly â swiping kitten licks at the dripping mess of him.
âFuck,â he moans, letting his eyes close over. His weight slumps against the workbench. âThe fuck do you spend so much time yapping for when youâre that good with your mouth?â
You hum in amusement, tongue dragging along the underside of his cock. Heâs softening, but still a decent size. Still a weight to it that makes your cunt clench around nothing.
One last little kiss, and you tuck him back into his boxers. You drag the back of your hand across your chin.
Frankie holds his hands out, and you pull yourself up. He fixes himself into his jeans, turning away to do up his belt. He had his cock in your throat two minutes ago, and here he is pretending to be shy.
He turns back around, half disappeared to the dark shed. âI, uhâŠI donât want you to think that I came here just toâŠjust for that.â
Your tongue dabs at the inside of your cheek, all salty. âThen this is awkward, âcause thatâs the only reason I hadnât kicked you out yet.â
He laughs, dropping your gaze. âYouâŠâ he shakes his head, ââŠare such a little shit, you know that?â
Itâs nicer than he wouldâve worded it half an hour ago. But still â having an exchange with Frankie that doesnât involve spitting insults or jagged glares, warms your blood in a way thatâs new andâŠunsettling.
âWe should probablyâŠâ You toss a thumb over your shoulder, eyes flitting to the string bulbs outside. âWe donât want them wondering whatâsâŠyou know.â
He nods and strides over to the door. The wood squeals against concrete as he pulls it open.
The summer swirls around you again, sweetening the stuffy heat of the shed. Malâs voice surfs through the breeze â sheâs still arguing over the Busch Gardens story.
You make to step out, and Frankieâs arm halts you.
He opens his palm. âEven,â he tells you. âWeâre even.â
He seems sure of himself. Sure of you. He looks you in the eye and doesnât blink.
You smirk. Your hand slips into his, letting him shake your fist once. You stare straight back at him.
âWeâre just getting fucking started, Francisco.â
#frankie morales#frankie morales fic#frankie morales smut#bbf!frankie#pedro pascal#triple frontier#triple frontier fic
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IM SOSSORRY FOR THE LATE REBLOG BUT I AHD TO TAKE A MINUTE TO LAUNCH VIOLENTLY AROUND MY ROOM OUT OF ACTUAL PURE JOY
melloâs dubious camera quality art dump #1
HELLO @whumpbug WAVES AT YOU. LEANS ON TABLE THEN SLIPS AND FALLS DRAMATICALLY. YOUR SILLIES TOO SILLY.
happy waking up to this i guess
first up!!!!!!! they!!! all of they!!!!!
+ two sketch dumps of varying quality (finished the first in a hour and the second in like. two. i am on a roll) (should i tag the second image as spoilers because uhhhhhh. hm)
(cw extremely mild gore 2nd image)
first one completely unplanned i just had to đ and the second one is just. a whole load of ooc dialogue probably. i was so obsessed with the prompts you gave for zel i just âfuck it we ballâ-ed through this sdkhfkjdsh. hope you like it i guess
annnnnddd thatâs all for today-night hope you slept well :3 (watch out /j)
#im going to be so honest i woke up like super early and saw this (could barely see straight) but i conked out right after#and convinced myself it was a dream#mello.#mello i dont think you understand how excited i am#like i dont know how to put it into words in this reblog i LITERALLY can not#EVERYTHING IS SO SO SO PERFECT MEL#YOUR ART STYLE AUGHGHGH#going to go through each drawing now and talk about my favorite things#okay first up.#THE EEPIES!!!!!!!!!!#YOU DREW THEM ALL SO CUTE IM SCREAMING#REN LOOKS SO TINY....#SO SO SO LITTLE....#UGH AND VINNY#LITERALLY EVERYONE#NYLAS LITTLE SMILE UGH THATS LITERALLY HER FATHER#expect a lot of all caps here#OK NEXT ONE. MY BABY BOY. THE LITTLE GUY#obsessed with vinny reading to him UGH they're so#REN HUGGING ZEL MY HEART I NEED TO WRITE THEM#NEEVI CARRYING HIM AROUND TOO MEL ITS SO SOFT AND SQUISHY#also you dont have to tag sprow spoilers i'll let people be Confused#(jk sprow is just a space crow for anyone curious and it joins the scarabs at some point. it is rens Friend)#MEL YOUR ATTENTION TO DETAIL WITH HARI'S FOREARM CRUTCHES IM SCREAMING#VINNY'S TAIL AROUND SPROW..... THEY ARE FRIENDS#zels r/s with sprow is inspired by mine with my mom's bird. she is my mortal enemy (affectionately)#she literally squawks when i walk near her cage like why am i beefing with a Parrot.#HELP NYLA AND THE ANIME GIRL MEME#EATS HER.#AUGHHHHGG AND THE COMIC
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Enemies to lovers toji x fem reader!!!!! Theyre both in college and reader is usually really smart and focused n stuff but toji likes to tease her and yeah!!!!
THUNDERSTORM : TOJI FUSHIGURO
oh just how much you hate toji fushiguro, and the feelings are mutual. you are a calm, intelligent and focused person, while he's in the other hands annoying, stupid, arrogant and many other things you hateâ you hate how he always makes your heart beat like a thunderstorm.
content warning: college! toji, non-sorcerer jjk, fluff! toji
i wasn't doing my best with this one but i hope you like it
âstop that.â
âstop what?â your eyes narrowed.
âdoing that thing with your face when you're happy, it's making me nauseous.â he's looking at you as he's making a disgusted face. his index finger makes a circle while pointing at your face. your smile dropped and an annoyance sounds left your lips. you slam the tray and sit yourself beside the white-haired boy, gojo satoru. and there's that boy, in front of you eating his lunch with a disgusted face as he eyed you, toji fushiguro.
âget your nasty finger off my face before I break it,â your hands move faster trying to catch his finger only for him to pull away faster. âalways so slow,â he mocked you. âoh fuck you, toji,â you spit to him, getting more annoyed each second you look at him. while the other boy just laughed. seeing how your face turned red from anger amused him. toji fushiguro always showed a liking every time spat at him, getting nastier and sassier each second. hands gripping on something tightly or just clenched your fist he's afraid you're gonna make your nail bleeding from your nail.
he loves how your eyes always look at him like you're on fire, how your pretty mouth insults him in the most hilarious way he could ever imagine. he loves to have the power of having a calm, pretty, intelligent person like you going crazy because of a person like him. a girl with patience like a saint always growling in anger every time he open his mouth. it's like watching a soap opera, for free. you, on the other hand, despise him with all of your heart. you hate the way his green eyes glisten when the sun hits, you hate the way his personality is embedded in each word when you read a poem about love, you hate the way his voice shapes into a melody and echoes his entire being, scaring you.
âwhat are you doing here, anyway?â satoru asked as he shoved a macaron into his mouth. you look at the man in front of you, feeling confused also. toji never sits with you and your friends, always with his suicide squadâ sukuna and weird ass choso, you swear that guy always looks like his soul just gets sucked out of his body. âyeah, toji? what the fuck are you doing here?â you parrot, this time sassier and you glare at him.
âwhat? I can't have lunch with friends now?â
you and satoru look at each other before you roll your eyes, âcan you please go be annoying somewhere that's away from me?â you asked, nearly begging. you're too hungry to deal with toji's nonsense and he's too insufferable to be around. âbut that wouldn't be nearly as much fun,â he pouts, pretending to be sulking as he put his palm under his cheeks and battling his eyelashes. but you don't budge, just keep glaring your eyes to him hoping suddenly your eyes let out a laser that could kill him on the place.
toji sighs in defeat before he gets up throwing you a glance of judgement, âboo, you whore.â and with that he swings his ass as he walks away with a tray in one hand and the other on his jeans pocketâ leaving you with mouth hanging open.
âfucking asshole.â
you feel something was throwing at youâ hitting your back of the head. you're in class right now, trying to focus on whatever your professor was talking about. you try to ignore whatever that was throwing at you but each time it's getting bigger and you become more annoyed. so with the last patience you had left, you snap your neck to look at whoever it isâ of course it's other than toji fushiguro. âwhat?â you yelled whispered. âlet me borrow your pen,â he said, looking like an idiot with his slay grin, makes you more annoyed.
âno, shut up!â
you back to your position again and this time you're insisting on not gonna pay toji any attention. for a moment things got quiet and you don't hear anything from toji. but of course, that man wasn't letting you sit there in class and try to study quietly. you hear something from your behind that makes you turn around only to find already sitting there, smiling at you. âwhat the fuck are you doing?â your voice rough while you shoot a glance at your professor.
âi miss you,â he pout.
you look at him in disgust, âshut the fuck up toji, i'm trying to learn something here,â you grumble. that's only amused him more as he put both hands under his chin and battling his eyelashes to you. âmake me, y/n,â he whispered, trying to be seductive as he snout his lips to you and making a kiss noise. you winces in disgust before shoving his face away with your hand.
âwhat the fuck is wrong with you..â
he just laughed.
you were walking on the hallway of your campus alone. book on your left hands and the other holding a cup of your coffee. you spend a night working on your project until morning and you haven't got a single sleep, so you really need caffeine to keep you awake. when you turn around the corner something big suddenly come out of nowhere, startled you by surprise.
âAH!â
you were so shocked that you fell on the floor along with your books and coffee getting you wet in the process. you look up only to find toji fushiguro hovering you. hands in pocket as he looks down at you. âyou scared me,â you shriek. his shoulder move up and down as he shrugged, looking unbothered. âwell, i'm naturally terrifying,â he said obvious, like it's was something natural and common. you scoff while rolling your eyes.
ânobody finds you terrifying, fushiguro.â
he frowned after hearing what you were saying, âthat's not true, everybody finds me terrifying,â he said in defense. you snicker and cover your mouth, âyou're delusional because I'm not finding you terrifying,â you mocked him. and toji doesn't seem like he's agree with whatever you just yapping about. his green eyes bore at you and he was silent for a moment like there's a war inside his head.
âwhat?â you feel annoyed as he keeps on looking at you with an expression you can't figure out. something you never seen on his face before, something unfamiliar. but he keeps his mouth shut, refuses to speak and entertained you with his lame answer but no, he just stood there looking like he just found something he's longing for who knows how long. his eyes, you can't stand itâ worse, you were afraid of it. it feels like his eyes can touch you more than his hands ever could, that's the only thing about him that terrifying to you.
a hard covered book kisses his face harshly to snap him out of whatever he was in. he grimaces in pain and rubs the red on his foreheadâ where the book landed. âthe fuck is wrong with you?â he yells in pain. âstop being a baby,â you dryly said to him. before he gets to let out a bunch of insults, your high pitched scream stops him. your white shirt covered with coffee making your boobs and bra look visible.
âoops,â toji laugh.
you who's still on the floor sending a tall man in front of you a glare. toji swear he can see the steam coming out of your ears. âlook at what you've done!â you growl in anger. toji rolled his eyes bored before scoffing, âstop being a baby,â he mocked youâ purposely throwing you the same sentence you just said to him. you clicked your tongue as you tried your best to clean yourself with hope in your heart that it doesn't leave a stain. toji just standing there watching you.
he let out a sigh before throwing you his leather jacket making you stare at him in confusion. âcover yourself, idiot.â and just like that he walks away, leaving you all confused and dumbfounded.
your day is always filled with toji fushiguro. every corner you go, fate seems to find it amusing when he's making your blood boil and your face turns red like fresh tomatoes, that's why it always sends him around, find you every time. you started to get used to his presence. you started to find the scar on lips look more stunning than it used toâ especially when he's smile. you no longer feel scared when his green eyes flashed to you. his smile become sweet, different from the rest, from everyone else. you started to notice everytime he touches you it suddenly felt as if the stars dancing across your skins.
âyour hands,â he said, softly this time.
you don't say anything, too amused with how beautiful he becomes after all this time, after you start to notice. like it has its own thoughts, your hands just move to the man in front of you, letting him hold it like it's always belonged to him, and it fits perfectly also. and then there's it, the stars thing again. something you're unfamiliar with but knowing you're gonna become an addiction of it, of his touch.
he slipped something on your ring finger. you look down to your hand, hand that he was holding. a ring with white bunny, matching with him as he shows you his hand. your heart smiles, followed by your lips but then it's beating faster, knocking your chest as if it's begging the man to hear. you scared so you look at him and your heart beating faster than before when you realize he's already looking, like a thunderstorm. âit's promise ring,â his voice gentle.
toji fushiguro, a man who couldn't go on with his day without hearing your voice, he couldn't go on with his day without feeling your eyes on him, without your presence around himâ it feels like an addiction he doesn't realize, getting too attached to each second. when you're not around he's always looking for you, purposely making you mad just because he knows you're the most expressive when you with him, knowing only him that can makes you feel something you try to denied. he too, try to denied.
the feeling he has for you wasn't something he is familiar with and he's unhappy with that. he wants to quit because every time you walk into that hallway beautifully his head feels fuzzy and the world faded into the background like on the movies show, it's lonely and cold. and standing there with you, in the middle of your campus festival, where people and times move fasterâ but not faster as his beating heart.
âi'll pick your thunder,â he said, nearly whispering.
you didn't like this boy, you didn't find him attractive in a romantic way, his face wasn't something you'd be thinking about next week. he spoke and he sounded just like the others, a voice you wouldn't recognize again, but now he seemed gentle, so do for toji, he didn't like you last year, but now he started to notice the way you filling the room, expanding like a butterfly breaking free from the cocoon, it was hard not to notice you glisten when all eyes darted like spotlights on you.
when you speak everyone has no choice but to listen and indulge in your smile. or when the room is empty and moonlights spills in through a creak in the door. he starts to love the way your eyes gleam. you changes, you're no longer just a gentle looking girl. he didn't care for the soft waves in your hair but now he started to notice each wave, and the clothes that you wears, and the way that you stands, and smiles, and walks.
you find yourself not just listening but losing touch of things when he talks. he was just another head in the crowd, he was just annoying classmates that always fuming you, you wouldn't recognize his voice when he speaks, but now it is echoing in your mind out loud. he hasn't changed a bit but how something both of you overlooked become something both of you desire?
he didn't like this girl
and you don't like this boy
but you and him now sure do
how'd you do it?' you thought.
how'd you do it?' he thought.
how'd you make me fall in love with you?
#toji fushigro x reader#jjk toji#toji fushiguro#fushiguro toji#fushiguro toji x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fluff#toji fushiguro x you#toji x y/n#toji x you#toji x reader#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen imagine#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#toji fushiguro smut#toji x reader smut#toji smut#toji fushiguro x reader smut#toji x you smut
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Fight club
Genre: enemies-to-lovers, brother's best friend!au, angst, fluff, crack, suggestive
Word count: 3.4k
Pairing: boxing-manager!Wooyoung x fem!reader
Warnings: mentions and a few descriptions of fights, fighting settings, mentions of blood, hits, rude people, swear words, mentions of making out, pet names, kisses, allusions to some lines from the actual movie Fight Club and to Bouncy lyrics, possible grammar mistakes
Taglist: @shakalakaboomboo, @cromerteez, @nebulousbrainsoup, @justhere4kpop, @bluehwale, @bluisheye93, @ssaboala, @heesnovia
Networks: @cromernet đ€
The white, wadded clouds were threatening to cover the ground in sad tears of rain as you were wandering around the strange city you were in, all because of his love for traveling. Your car's engine decided to give up in the middle of the street and there you were, looking for anything that would serve as a roof under your head for the night, until he gave you a sign. Suddenly, your eyes started to beam as you saw a rundown âMtelâ sign, written in red neon lights (one letter obviously missing), one that happened to have a car service on the first floor. You ran there as fast as you could, fearing that it was gonna close or something; and as soon as you got in front of it, you started to wonder if you were in the right place. Two guys were trying to make their parrot talk or something, a few french keys and other tools scattered around the floor as they seemed to be occupied with their pet.
"Uhm⊠hello?" you dared to talk and get their attention, having two pairs of eyes analyzing you. "My car broke down⊠and you seem to work with these things so⊠mind helping me?"
The look they gave each other really had you confusedâthey were almost surprised with your request.
"Okay, I see how it iâ"
"No! We can help, of course. We just⊠wondered how many other cars we have to repair, you know?" The taller one said, not-so-gently nudging the other one as if he wanted him to support his words.
The younger one jumped a little, smiling weakly as he nodded. "We got it!"
You still couldn't figure if they were honest or not, but you just went with it and let them handle your car as you went to the receptionist to book a room.
The morning came with fast steps as you woke up due to some noisy sounds from outside, disturbing your already not-so-great sleep. You yawned and looked outside the window, seeing how the two mysterious guys were carrying things in their garage. They were getting more and more suspicious, so you grabbed your jacket and went downstairs to see the process. Your car seemed to be intact, they actually put some effort into changing the color of it too into a matte one, which you weren't opposing to at all.
"Is it done yet?"
They looked at you, both trying to cover the car as much as they could as you were approaching it.
"No! Don't touch it! Go eat and then you can come see it." the one with the purple highlights said once again. "Oh, and we're Jongho and Yunho, by the way." He said, a gummy smile taking over his face as you nodded softly and introduced yourself.
As soon as you left the room, they sighed.
"We're screwed. We are supposed to be undercover policemen, not mechanical engineers!" Jongho scolded Yunho, as the oldest sighed softly.
"Then go and tell her this! I actually think we even did a great job⊠Even our parrot agrees."
"We'll see about that. And letâs hope she doesnât call the police on us!"
Said and done. You came from the little diner, looking at your now covered car. It seemed promising.
"Tadaaaaa! Here is your car, fresh and new." Yunho said, taking the sheet off of your shiny car.
"Thank you so much guys! Money won't thank you enough for that." you went and excitedly opened the car's door, only for something heavy to drag you down slowlyâit was the car's door.
"...I guess no money for us," Jongho said, head down in shame as he couldn't look you in the eyes. "I told you, stupid."
You were still in shock as the door was now standing on the ground, looking at the two boys. "Mind telling me whatâs this about?"
"This⊠is not our job, Y/n, we're sorry for lying to you." Yunho said, trying to reach for you but you went outside, leaving them to wallow in self pity.
This was all because of your stupid companion, one that wasnât even accompanying you right now, when you needed him the most. You threw your hair back in frustration, going around the busy streets you didnât even know. It kept getting darker, and the few houses you saw were not giving you any comfort. You were in trouble, in a run down neighborhood you wouldn't even dream of. A blue-haired guy showed up at some point, and as crazy as you must have looked, you followed him into an alley. When you saw him suspiciously entering a back door; you rushed inside just before it could close. The inside was lit by some yellow lights and you swore you could hear loud cheers coming from the basement. You went to the first door you saw and opened it, forgetting about the personal space for just a while, until you saw a long-haired brunette surrounded by money. Oh, and having a rolled-up bill between his teeth. If you weren't in need of help, you would exit the door as fast as you entered it. Feeling that someone was staring at him, he looked in your direction and raised an eyebrow when he saw your unfamiliar face, putting the money in the bag and hiding it under his desk as fast as he could.
"Robbery?" he asked, eyes continuously on the money bag you were amazed of.
"Listen, dude. I'm lost in this hell of a district, my car is screwed by two liars and I just want to find a way back and go home. My last intention is to rob you."
He wore an unfazed look on his face, almost like he didn't understand a thing of what you said; he was getting on your nerves more.
"Also, what kind of people ask someone if they are gonna rob them? And how the fuck do you have so much money?"
He smirked as soon as you mentioned the moneyâif you looked close enough, you could almost see the dollar signs in his eyes.
"If you wanna know how, I can show you right now. Follow me."
What did you have to lose? You were already lost in your thoughts, you didn't have the energy to say noâso you followed him. As soon as you got inside the room, you noticed the pleasing decorum, but also the fighting ring in the middle of it. And after you took some time to look around and take in the new surrounding, your eyes met his.
"Saâ"
Before you could even finish anything, he was on the floor, mouth full of blood as your eyes widened, wondering what the fuck he was doing thereâthe one who made you get lost, the one who brought you there. Before you could speak again, you saw the money guy hurry in San's direction, as he got seated on a chair, an exhausted and hurt look on his face.
"What the fuck got you that distracted? You literally let him hit you!"
"Wooyoung⊠her⊠protect herâŠ" he raised his hand weakly, finger pointing to you.
"Ha? Her? You know the mysterious I got lost girl?"
"That girl is my sister, Wooyoung!"
Oh.
"Shhh, calm down. Don't waste your energy. C'mon, drink a bit of water, and go back on the ring." he said, splashing half of the water bottle on your brother's face while trying to look unaffected. I didn't sign up for this, he thought, though there was nothing he could have doneâthey really needed the money.
The cheers only got louder when San returned to the ring, while you tried to make your way in the crowd, squinting your eyes to see something between the pink hair strands of a tall man in front of you.
"You stole my place." you turned back to face a built man, anger visible on his face as you blocked his viewâand stole his place.
Words got stuck in your throat as you swallowed the lump inside of it, anger getting over your senses. "What did you just say?"
"I said that you stole my place and that I expect you to go back!" he raised his voice more and your eyes shut together, your fist ready to throw a punch, before you felt a strong arm dragging you behind themâthe brunette again.
âSheâs with me." he growled, dragging you next to him as you were worriedly looking at your brother. "You're going to have to win double the amount of money for this, San." he mumbled.
Another hit on the ring and he was completely out of it, the three seconds passing and the bells letting the public know who the winner wasâand much to his friend's disappointment, it wasn't San.
"No way. No way this is happening. He lost because of you!" he pointed at you, hitting his chair with his foot until it fell down.
You were already overwhelmed by everything you witnessed, tears beaming at the corners of your eyes as your brother came to the two of you.
"Stop trying to control everything and just let go. Let go, Wooyoung! For once!" he said, tiredness audible in his voice as his breath was hitched and slow.
"That's my job, San. And you were supposed to help me, help us." All Wooyoung could do after this was frown, before he left the building to go get some air.
You looked at your brother and dragged him somewhere far from the looks of the curious ones, hitting his chest slightly.
"What the fuck are you doing here, San? Is this the traveling you loved? Is that what our parents would have wanted you to become?"
He looked down, avoiding your stare as he couldn't look at you.
"Why didn't you tell me you needed money?! I would have gotten a job to help you!"
That's when his eyes met yours, finally hearing his voice in the two days you've been separated.
"The first rule of Fight ClubâŠ" he started, his gaze becoming stern: "⊠is you donât talk about Fight Club.â
He genuinely annoyed you.
"And what are you doing here in the first place?"
"I was trying to find a way to cope with everything that happened after my brother left me so he could go fight some random people."
Auch. That hurt worse than a kick, he sighed.
"I'm sorry, Y/n⊠C'mon, you can stay with me from now on."
You didn't want to give in, you couldnât imagine yourself having to stand Wooyoung's tantrums, yet it was better than wandering alone in an unknown cityâso, you did what you thought was right and listened to your brother. And maybe staying so much with him (and his friend you won't talk about), watching his matches, that might have opened new horizons for you. You were now having dinner with them, clearing your voice before letting it be heard.
"You know⊠I wanna join the Fight Club too." you said softly, waiting for any sort of reaction from them; and there were two different onesâWooyoung's eyes lit up immediately as he saw more money coming his way, whilst San was looking terrified.
"No."
"Yes!"
They said in unison, glaring at each other.
"I'm not letting her join this, it's dangerous, Woo!"
Wooyoung seemed to absolutely ignore the boy as he smiled at you, the first time you have seen him smiling outside of matches San won.
"I will help you become the best fighter out here. We're starting tomorrow!"
All you could do was smile excitedly as San face-palmed himself.
Said and done. You were already one month into practicing, and Wooyoung kept on finding matches for you, the next one being in two days. You were inside the little space he claimed as your training room, punching the innocent punching bag as you heard the door behind you. You thought it was Wooyoung and smirked, turning to face him and kicking, only for your fist to stop right in front of your brother's face.
"Oh⊠hey San." you smiled innocently whilst all he could do was sigh.
"If you don't get along with Wooyoung, why do you keep on doing this? I didn't even agree!"
You looked at him, deciding to ignore the judging look he threw your way. "I think I am capable of making my own decisions and I sure as hell donât need my brother to make them for me."
"Do you think our parents would be proud that their daughter chose this path?"
This time, you snapped.
"Maybe you should have thought about this before choosing it first. You are my only role model, San, what do you expect from me?"
"I'm sorry, babes. If that's what you really want⊠I promise I will support you. But please take care." he said, arm wrapping around your waist as he dragged you into a hug. You hugged him back, the nice feeling of longing surrounding youâbefore a fake cough snapped you out of it.
"Sorry to interrupt your brother-sister moment, but you're distracting her."
"So now I can't spend time with my sister?"
"Not when she has a match coming. Also, she's getting as good as you. I won the lottery with you, guys."
You smiled at his praise, though he seemed to have something else in mind.
"I didn't like you at first, you know?" he said, looking directly into your eyes.
"I know, it was mutual." you said, a cheeky grin taking over your face as you waited for his response.
"Don't get too excited, I still don't like you. But I like the money you bring." he winked, watching as San's eyes darkened.
"Wooyoung," he growled, "if you think I'd let you talk to my sister like this, you're wrong. We're not your fucking bank!"
Wooyoung flinched a bit at his friend's words, pulling his glasses on his nose and trying to act unaffected when, in fact, he wasn't. Since you joined, he found himself thinking if he was doing the right thing, if you two thought he used you for moneyâwhich San kinda confirmed; but he couldn't let these emotions take over him, so he did what he thought was bestâleft.
He left and you two didn't see him again. Match time was right there and he was nowhere to be seen; and as much as you wanted to lie and act indifferent about it, you kinda missed his antics, his nag, perhaps you missed him. This was maybe, the reason why as soon as you stepped into the ring, you started to have an uneasy feeling. He wasn't there to support you, to hype you up, and it left you with a bitter taste. Despite this feeling, you still tried your best. Tried to avoid your rival's hits, tried hitting more, and you actually thought you were gonna win. That was until you spotted the pair of ebony-like eyes you waited for, being the last thing you saw before everything turned black.
That wasn't the sight Wooyoung expected to be welcomed with. He forgot about the two police officers behind him, running straight to the ring and following San who jumped inside immediately.
"Stop hitting her! Stop fucking hitting, she passed out!" he shouted, shoving the person off you, just to discover it was exactly the reason why the cops were there.
"Yunho, Jongho, it's him!"
Before he could do anything, San pushed both of them and took you in his arms, running to the infirmary as fast as he could. Yunho and Jongho were fast to catch the guy before he could run away, whilst Wooyoung was quick to follow San, who let you on the bed while waiting for the nurse.
"San!" he said, catching his breath as the eyes of the older one sent ice arrows down his spine.
"Don't you dare get closer to us! She was your responsibility Wooyoung, you were supposed to take care of her!" he said, hands on Wooyoung's shirt as he shaked the younger.
"I know San, I fucking know I fucked up! But her rival⊠he was following you San, I had to let Jongho and Yunho know that you were in danger⊠I wanted to protect you twoâŠ"
"I don't care about myself, Wooyoung. I only care about her and you failed. You failed us and our trust as well."
Maybe it took some harsh words for Wooyoung to realise that he put you in danger, and that he actually cared about you. About his friend, and unexpectedly, about his friend's sister as well.
"San⊠I'm sorry, please give me one more chance! I'll be more careful andâ"
"She's out of this, Wooyoung. We are out of your damn Fight Club."
Wooyoung looked down, tears beaming at the corners of his eyes as he couldn't blame you. He just wanted to get closer with you, heck, he might have been attracted to you all this timeâyet look where ignoring his emotions took him.
"You have my number if you change your mind, San."
And with this, he turned in the opposite direction, preparing to leave again. He wanted to be there when you wake up, he was aware that he distracted you when he came in way too late to your match. He wanted to hold your hand and start being there for you, but San was right. He didn't deserve none of you. His wish for money made him realise what he was truly lackingâlove.
"San," you whispered, your weak voice being heard by both boys in the room: "San, you were too harsh⊠He wanted to protect youâŠ"
Wooyoung's heart swelled a bit at your words, ignoring San's warning and sitting on the bed next to you. Right when your brother wanted to tell him to leave, his best friend was faster.
"I'm sorry I was late to your match, Y/n. I wish I was there for you."
"It's okay, Wooyoung. I wish I did better."
"No, Y/n! I'm proud of you nonetheless. You two are already the best for me."
Seeing Wooyoung hug you made San's anger dissipate into the void, joining as one hand caressed your hair and the other one patted his friend's back softly.
Your bond became even stronger after that day. While you met their friends (the ones who screwed your car) and realised how nice they actually were, your feelings for Wooyoung also grew stronger. You thought it was the same for him. The way his hand would softly brush yours, the random forehead and cheek kisses you were given, they had to mean something. And there you were now, plopped on a blanket as the night sky was shining above you.
"Isn't it pretty?" you asked him, looking at his flawless face and brushing his long hair with your fingers.
"It would have been even prettier if I watched it with my girlfriend."
Your heart remained still.
"Your girlfriend� Do you have one?"
"Not yet, but I am about to. I know it's been quite of a long ride for us, but I'm deeply in love with you. And I know you feel the same, Yunho told me."
You looked at him flabbergasted, hands stopping on their track as he dragged you on top of him. You didn't know if you should be mad at Yunho, or glad that he eased the situation.
"Pfft, do you really believe Yunho? What if he lied?" you teased, grabbing his cheek softly as he looked at your lips.
"Well, let me figure it out." he said, before his soft lips met yours.
You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment, smiling a bit when his nose brushed your own.
"Thank you for making me realise that love is more powerful than money, babe." he whispered, "I'm still going to be San's manager. And you are going to help me."
You nodded, pressing a kiss on his chin as you laid your head on his chest.
San's next match was going to be interesting. Ten minutes before it started, yet nor you or Wooyoung were anywhere to be found. He was searching for you with a water bottle in his hand, tank top tight on his chest as his muscles flexed under it.
"Wooyoung? Y/n? Where the fuck are you?"
As he stepped further into the darkened hallway, he heard your giggles and sighedâhe was already growing tired of how big of a menace you were as a couple.
"For God's sake, can you stop making out and come watch me? I have a match to win!"
You and Wooyoung could only laugh harder as your brother sighed for the nth time that day, but it soon became a chorus of joyful giggles as he joined you two.
"We're coming!"
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OmfffffGGGG the fun I had writing this chapter GUYSâ
I mean start to finish, I've been giggling like an idiot the entire mfing TIME
Well, alternating between giggling like an idiot and snickering deviously like a witch huddled over a cauldron but that's neither here nor there
Of course we have banter between Garp's dippy ass and Bogard's far more poised and reasonable demeanor, but also
BUT ALSOâ
No
i cannot
I can't spoil it I cannot I will not I must not I shan't it would be positively rude in all honesty i will notâ
Justâââmuffled screaming
Look I'm sorry in advance I had way too much fun with this
even mihawk is done with my shit at this point
Flight Risk
Young!Mihawk x Marine!AFAB!Reader
Ch. 4 of who even fcking knows at this point honestly, five? Six? Fifty? Whatever just let me vibe
Brief summary of The Story So Far: Your mission, as a Marine and Zoan type devil fruit user (gray parrot), is to gather intel on Dracule Mihawk, a pirate on the Grand Line who has become a thorn in the Marines' side over a relatively short period of time. Your first recon mission, while more or less a success, left you wounded and your commanding officers more divided than ever over the operation at hand. You have since arrived at Marineford to complete your training for the mission, and gods only know where things might go from here....
Previous chapter, First chapter, Next chapter
SFW for now, but not in later chapters
No Trigger Warnings in this chapter. Possible future Trigger Warnings for imprisonment, mild torture (definitely psychological, maybe physical)
Tags: Enemies to lovers, eventually NSFW, idk maybe more later Word Count: 4,832
Taglist: @i-am-vita thank you so much you have no idea how much this means to me
â«âŹHalloween Blues - The FratellisâŹâ«
Well, I'm gonna make ya love me, gonna make ya wish that you'd never been born
Now ya wish you'd never met me, I could be the joker that you couldn't shake off
It was agreed upon by all parties involved that not a word would be spoken of your ill-advised âtestâ at Kuraigana Island to anyone but Fleet Admiral Sengoku. The brunt of the chastisement fell upon Garp and Bogard, as the commanding officers overseeing the mission; and while you were scolded yourself for getting far closer than your orders had suggested you should, you were still commended for providing valuable new information.
The Marines were now aware that Kuraigana Island was home to a population of large primates, of undetermined size or intelligence but with enough intellect to use basic weaponry.
The Marines were also now aware that the presence of Dracule âHawk-Eyeâ Mihawk on the otherwise abandoned island was confirmed, and that the volatile pirate had most likely set up at least a temporary base amid the desolate castle ruins.
You were permitted to keep in contact with your mother over the following months of your training as promised, with the stipulation that your letters would be screened to ensure you didnât relay any confidential information to outside parties. As such, you wrote your final letter aboard a small unmarked vessel bound to pass by Kuraigana Island perhaps four months after the first, and had handed it over to Bogard to scan over.
Hi, Mom!
Iâm still doing great, I promise. Training has been exhausting but Iâve learned a lot, and itâs been a breath of fresh air to be among people that actually seem to like me. My commanding officers are a little annoying, but I guess theyâre okay. I trust them.
This will be the last letter for a while since Iâm being deployed. You donât have to worry, itâs nothing serious and Iâll be fine, I just wonât be somewhere that I can receive any mail. You can still write me though, and Iâll be able to reply the second I get back to my base. I donât know exactly how long that will be, but the tentative estimate is two months. It could be sooner, but it could be a little longer.
Love you, and give my love to all our feathery friends.
âTen minutes out,â said Garp, sitting against the railing with a doughnut hanging out of his mouth as he finished filling out the remainder of the paperwork he had put off until the very last minute.
ââCommanding officers are a little annoying, but I guess theyâre okay,ââ Bogard read aloud, lowering your letter to glance down at you with a wry look.
âSheâs not wrong, youâre pretty damned irritating,â said Garp. Bogard lowered his eyes to the vice admiral sitting on the deck of the ship, lifting an eyebrow.
Garp only raised his doughnut with a nod and took another bite before returning to his report. Bogard huffed out a sigh and folded the letter, turning his gaze to you as you paced back and forth across the small deck. The vessel was little more than a sloop, designed for no more than one or two people to sail on their own, sturdy enough to withstand the unpredictable weather patterns of the Grand Line but far less advanced than the standard Marine vessel. You barely noticed his gaze upon you, staring down at your feet as you paced, counting the nails in the deck boards in a futile attempt to keep your mind clear from the quickly approaching start of your mission.
You stopped in your tracks the moment Bogard cleared his throat to get your attention, lifting your head sharply and standing at attention.
âAâŠat ease,â he said slowly, watching you shuffle your feet and fold your hands behind your back. âYour letter will be sent once Garp and myself return to Marineford,â he assured you. âOnce you have left this ship, your own contact with the Marines will cease for a period of no less than two months, unless you are forced to make emergency contact. Emergecy contact will only be employedââ
âUnder the circumstance that my own life is in immediate and unquestionable danger,â you responded immediately, to which Bogard gave a curt nod.
âCorrect,â he agreed. âThere will be a covert Marine presence at every island neighboring Kuraigana. Should you require rescue, the closest vessel will be able to arrive within twenty-four hours.â
âShe wonât need it,â Garp chimed in through the last bite of his doughnut, and in a rare break of his iron composure, Bogard reached into one of his overcoat pockets and threw a pen at him in response. You watched as Garp caught it and used the implement to sign his name at the bottom of his paperwork before flicking it across the deck of the ship. âHave a little faith, Bogard. We have at our disposal a trained weapon of subterfuge.â
Garp wrapped his hand around the railing behind him and pulled himself to his feet, strolling over to your side and clapping you on the shoulder.
âTrained under our own supervision,â he went on proudly, while Bogard closed his eyes and heaved a slow, impatient sigh, waiting for him to go on. âWho has already provided us with more up-to-date information on the target than anyone else in our ranksââ
ââIâm still not saying your impulsive little test was anything but idioticââ
ââand humbly declined to take credit for any of it,â Garp went on , ignoring his partner. You jolted as he gave you a sharp pat on the back. âSheâll be just fine. Wonât ya, kid?â
âIâllâperform my duties as expected ofâŠâ You trailed off into a sigh yourself when Garp rolled his eyes. âYeah,â you said stiffly. âIâll be fine.â
âSee? Sheâll be fine.â
Garp gave a firm nod, as if your word was more than enough to affirm your fate as solid fact.
And then his brow furrowed as he stared across the deck.
His eyes narrowed into a squint, and he turned his head the slightest bit, his hand lowering from your shoulder and back to his side,
âNoâŠthatâs notâŠâ
By the time Bogard turned his head, Garp was already striding across the deck, extending a spyglass as he leaned over the railing and stared through the scope. He gave a growl of annoyance as he held the scope out behind him for Bogard to take. Your heart raced as you slowly crossed the deck to join them, your already thin resolve faltering when Bogard slowly lowered the scope to glance at Garp.
âThis changesââ
âIt changes nothing,â said Garp, jerking his head to look at Bogard.
You didnât need the spyglass to see the foggy haze around Kuraigana Island past the railing, no more than you needed it to see the small ship docked near its southern banks. You couldnât make out much about it, but you could see the one thing that matteredâit flew a black flag.
âRed-Hair,â said Garp. âI knew heâd be trouble. I told Sengoku, I told himââ
âWhy the hell would he be here?â Bogard said slowly, looking back out toward the island. He glanced behind him, and held out the spyglass for you to take. You moved to the railing between them, holding it to one eye and shutting the other to look through it at the distant ship. âThereâs no chance any information hasââ
âNo, there isnât,â agreed Garp, as your vision adjusted against the magnification of the lenses. You scanned over the small ship, which appeared to be empty, before lifting your head to focus on its flagâa jolly roger, decorated with a pair of crossed cutlasses and a skull with three slashes across one eye.
âRed-Haired ShanksâŠ?â you said slowly, lowering the scope, glancing between Garp and Bogard as they stared out at the ship. âAhâthree hundred million, two hundred sixty-two thousand berry bounty.â
âSixty-three,â corrected Bogard absently, glancing at Garp. Garp remained focused, his eyes narrowed as he stared at the ship, his grip tight around the deck railing. âVice-Admiral.â He glanced over sharply when Bogard spoke up. âThis does changeââ
âIt changes nothing,â Garp growled firmly.
You didnât particularly like the way Bogard leaned over the railing, holding his hat in place as he shook his head, staring at Garp with no small degree of trepidation. Your eyes shifted to Garp when he turned around to face you, frowning down at you thoughtfully,
âOr it could change things for the better,â he said slowly, letting out a small chuckle. âWell, lass. This is your call. Seems more than just Mihawk might be docked at the island ahead of us.â You nodded shortly to show you were following, waiting for him to continued. âNot much is known about Shanks as yetâŠto the masses.â
âGarpââ
Garp held up a hand when Bogard tossed a warning look at him.
ââbut I have on good authority that he trained under Gold Roger himself.â Your eyes widened, flickering back toward the ship in question, as Bogard let out a growl of annoyance and stormed back toward the opposite side of the deck. âThis is an unexpected turn.â Your gaze shot back toward Garp as he straightened out, folding his hands behind his back and staring down at you. âWe can head back toward Marineford and go through all the meticulous to-doâs of officially changing our plans, spend a few more months buried in paperwork, orââ
âIâm going.â He raised his eyebrows, his lips already twitching toward a smile at the firmness of your words. âThe Red-Hair pirates would be no more aware of who I am than Mihawk. Thereâs no point wasting any more time.â
âNo, I guess there isnât,â he agreed, grinning. He cleared his throat, cupping a hand around his mouth and making a show of calling across the small expanse of the deck to Bogard. âYou might just be able to gather us a little more intel than we expeced. Hear that, Bogard? No need to delay!â
âNo need to pull a muscle patting yourself on the back, either,â Bogard grumbled, just loud enough to ensure Garp heard him.
âAlright, kid,â said Garp, happily ignoring him as he leaned against the side of the railing. âWeâve got under ten minutes, so hereâs the rundown.â He turned his head, looking out toward the ship moored just off the edge of the island. âShanks, as I said. Captain, pupil of Gold Roger himself. Primary weapon is a sabre. Straw hat, bright red hair, difficult to miss. Thereâs Yasopp, the first man to join his crew, at the time he was regarded as the sharpest shooter in the East Blue. Dark skin, dreadlocks, carries a pair of flintlock pistols.â
âSo...thatâs his first mate?â
âNo.â Your brow furrowed. âThat would be Beckman. Dark hair, ponytail, built like a brick shithouse. Carries a flintlock rifle. Heâs a damn good shot himself but heâll use the thing as a club in close quarters. Lucky Roux, the cook, bastardâs probably as wide as he is tallâŠâ
You listened closely to Garpâs continued colorful descriptions of the crew officers of the Red Hair Piratesâand the potential dangers they could pose to your health should anyone discover what you really were.
âRed Hair isnât the brightest match in the box,â he went on, âbut thereâs a great deal of evidence that he closely rivals Dracule Mihawk in swordsmanship. Should the two end up fighting, you keep your distance. Otherwise, be exceedingly careful around Benn Beckman. Heâs the idiotâs first mate for a reason and probably accounts for ninety percent of the collective brain cells of the entire crew. Youâll have to keep a close eye on him while you keep up your act. Thereâs no telling why theyâre docked here, and it would be in your best interest to figure it out. If theyâre going to be around for a while, keep your distance.â
âI...sort of doubt any of them are ornithology experts,â you said, frowning.
âAs much as one might doubt that a species of unknown primates could learn to use relatively modern weaponry.â You turned your head sharply at the sound of Bogardâs voice close behind youâyou hadnât heard him cross the deck. Your frown deepened as he gave a pointed glance at the scar spanning nearly the entire length of your right upper arm. Garp, gestured to the other Marine pointedly at his statement, and you couldnât deny that he had a point either. âYouâll keep your distance. Fooling one pirate alone is going to be a great deal easier and safer than attempting to fool an entire crew of them.â He turned his head to Garp. âThis is still the most ridiculous mission Iâve ever had the displeasure of being involved in.â
âAh, girlâs got her act down fine,â he said dismissivelyâand Garp wasnât wrong about that. Your favorite part of your training by far had been simply flying around the massive base at Marineford, taking tally of how many of the staff and officers you could fool. The only individuals privy to the exact nature of your mission were Garp and Bogard, a small selection of admirals and vice admirals, and Fleet Admiral Sengoku himself. Your performance had been enough to levy a unanimous vote to go forth with the mission. âYour persona, cadet?â
âGray parrot, previously the pet of a pirate crew that perished in battle, therefore comfortable around pirates in general,â you said. âAble to repeat a number of sounds and phrases that might be heard aboard a ship, capable of learning new phrases and words faster than most other similar species of bird. Particular disdain for Marines and may fly into a frenzy at the sight of their vessels.â
âSee?â said Garp, clapping you on the back hard enough that you flinched. âIâd say weâve got this in the bag.â
Bogard stared between the two of you for a moment, frowning, before shaking his head. âGod help us all,â he muttered under his breath, lifting a hand to rub his eyes.
The final few minutes of the voyage were spent with Garp and Bogard grilling you about the small amount of information known by the Marines about Dracule Mihawk, about the quick briefing you had just received on the Red Hair pirates, about your memorization of the den den mushi numbers you were to contact in the event that your life was in immediate danger or that you found any information useful enough to wrap the operation up early. Garp gave a resolute nod as you neared your destination, around a mile and a half off the shore of Kuraigana Island, and Bogard gave a heavy sigh and a short nod in silent agreementâno matter how little he approved, you were as ready as you were going to be.
âAlright, then, cadet,â said Garp, his wide grin a direct contrast to his partnerâs pessimism. âBird mode, activate.â
âMust you call it that?â said Bogard, tossing a weary look at Garp as you gave a quick salute and immediately shrank down into your devil fruit form on the deck. You fluttered your wings enough to hop up onto the deck railing in front of them, and Bogard frowned down at you. âBest of luck,â he offered. âShould all go according to plan, weâll see you again in no more than two months.â
He cringed the slightest bit when you raised your wing in another salute, squawking out over Garpâs snort of laughter, âWind in your sails!â
âYeah, yeah,â said Garp, waving you off. âNow shoo, bird. And no getting yourself killed.â
And once more, you found yourself flying out toward Kuraigana Island.
You made a high pass over the Red Hairâs ship, squinting down toward it as you soared overhead, and the cause of their mooring near the island became quickly clearâit appeared that there was work being performed on a few sizable cannonball holes on the port side of the vessel. You were surprised to see a handful of the crew on the beach near the edge of the forest, seeming to be laughing among themselves and having a grand time, the primates that had attacked you nowhere in sight. Lucky Roux was easy enough to pick out, exactly as Garp had described himâstriped shirt and tinted goggles, easily as wide as he was tall, sitting against a tree and taking a bite out of what looked like an entire leg of lamb while another crewmate assisted in bandaging his arm.
Perhaps they had had a run-in with the local apes.
You took that as enough reason to remain vigilant as you flew high over the forest, scanning the treetops below for any signs of movement. It was a relief that there seemed to be noneâif the Red Hair pirates had come in contact with the violent creatures, it seemed they had managed to beat them into submission. You considered how Garp had told you that no one had ever entered the island on foot and lived to tell the tale, and it sent a shiver over your spine to think that the crew might be that formidable.
The first signs of movement you witnessed came only once you neared the castle itself, and you nearly faltered in your flight.
Your target was directly below you.
Sitting on a broken piece of stone wall in the courtyard, clad in a white shirt with a ruffled collar and a pair of black pants, his hat sitting to the side next to him, his massive sword lying across his lap as he polished the handle. You slowly, cautiously circled lower, keeping a fair distance, your eyes remaining on the pirate. His mouth seemed to be fixed in a scowl, his posture tense.
You cautiously landed in one of the castle windows several feet away, side-stepping until you were perched in the very corner of the indentation, your gray plumage a perfect camouflage against the rugged stone, and the reason for Mihawkâs clear irritation became immediately evident as the sound of a nonchalant voice tore your gaze away from him.
âNice place youâve got here, Hawk-Eye.â
Shanks.
Garpâs description had once again been right on the moneyâhis stringy scarlet hair was capped by a straw-hat, his hands tucked behind his neck as he paced across a pile of rubble that might have once been a wall, a long sabre tucked into his red cloth belt at his right hip. He hopped down to the ground as you watched, resting his elbow on the hilt of the sword as he stared up at the castle. âBe a shame if something happened to it.â
He reached over with his left hand, wrapping it around the handle of the sword, and you tensed immediately, prepared to take flight as he grinned and glanced over at Mihawk.
âDiviââ
Mihawk was on his feet in a flash, his sword extended out at armâs length, the blade less than an inch away from Shanksâs neck, his sharp yellow eyes narrowing to threatening slits as Shanks lifted his hands up in mock-surrender, still grinning.
âOnly kidding,â he said, taking a cautious step back from the edge of the black blade.
Mihawk eyed him with a venomous glare for a few seconds longer before pulling his blade back swiftly to his side and rolling his eyes, a growl of annoyance leaving him as he turned on his heel and stormed back over to the broken wall, sitting down once more. âRemind me of what the hell youâre doing here and precisely why you havenât left yet?â
âAm I not allowed to visit my friends?â said Shanks, clutching at his chest dramatically in feigned offense. Mihawk ignored the redhead as he sat down heavily on the ground, grabbing a bottle of dark liquor propped up against the pile of rubble and working the cork loose. âHey, itâs not my fault. This is where the Log pose pointed us. We needed to do a few repairs on the ship. Noticed your old rowboat moored nearbyââ
âRowboat,â Mihawk repeated under his breath, one of his eyes twitching the slightest bit.
âSo whatâs with the pissed off monkeys, anyway?â said Shanks, nodding toward the forest before taking a swig from the bottle and flicking the cork over his shoulder. âFew of them were damn near as good with a sword as you are.â Mihawkâs eyes shot toward him in a warning glare, and rolled away when Shanks gave a broad grin in response. âTrain them yourself?â
âNo,â he said shortly. âThe humandrills were already quite capable with a variety of weapons when I arrivedââ
âAww, you named them?â
âI discovered the name among the historical documents in castle,â he said through his teeth. âIt seems they learned to use weapons by watching their human neighbors before they managed to wipe themselves out. Perhaps,â he went on, before Shanks could speak up again, âyour time would better be served overseeing the repairs on your ship so you can leave the moment theyâre done.â
âOh, the repairs are almost finished,â said Shanks, waving a dismissive hand. âJust waiting for the log pose to finish linking up.â He took a sip from his bottle, lifting his eyebrows. âWhy? Arenât you enjoying the company?â
âOh, yes, immensely,â Mihawk responded dryly.
Your eyes darted between the pair of pirates amid their exchange, keeping yourself perfectly still in the stone windowsill. It was clear that Shanks, at least, was enjoying himself, and that they seemed to have some sort of history between them. It was equally clear that Mihawk would have very much preferred that his company take a long walk off the nearest short pier. He still kept his irritation in check, though whether it was out of any actual sense of camaraderie or he simply didnât feel like wasting his energy fighting remained unclear.
Their exchange gave you an almost overwhelming sense of déjà vu, and you made a mental note to inform Garp and Bogard of it the next time you saw them.
âOh, so grumpy,â Shanks commented, leaning back against the rubble behind him, stretching an arm out across one of his knees. âWhy donât you go take a nap, old man? Iâm sure there are plenty of beds more than suited for someone of your positively regal manner.â Mihawk went on polishing the golden handle of his sword, not bothering to glance up. âProbably more than enough beds for any number of guestsââ
âNo,â said Mihawk coolly, still keeping his eyes turned down toward his sword.
âOh, come on,â Shanks groaned in complaint, laying his head back. His mouth turned down into a despondent sort of pout, tilting his head to look over at the castleâand you tensed immediately, holding your breath, remaining still as a statue. âIâve never even been in a castle beforeââ
âNo,â Mihawk said again, louder this time, his yellow eyes fixing on Shanks with a firm gaze this time.
âYouâre absolutely no fun at all,â Shanks huffed, lifting a small piece of stone from the ground and tossing it in his direction in a half-hearted manner. âYou know, youâre going to die sad and alone one day in your desolate castle.â
âAnd what a peaceful end it will be,â said Mihawk disinterestedly, rolling his eyes back down to the sword across his lap as he buffed a rag across the gleaming blue gem at the end of the hilt.
âBut not friendless,â Shanks added, completely ignoring him. He offered another broad grin. âIâll always be your frienââ
âWould you just go away already?â Mihawksighed wearily, lifting his head and tossing the rag aside. âItâs abundantly clear what youâre attempting to do, and it isnât going to work.â
âOh, and just what am I trying to do?â said Shanks...and he seemed to bite his tongue for a moment, before adding in a cheeky tone, â...friend?â
âYouâre fishing for a fight,â said Mihawk, gritting his teeth, briefly gripping the handle of his sword before releasing it from his grasp. âAnd Iâm not in the mood.â
âOh come. On,â Shanks groaned once more, leaning back heavily and pouting. âIâm bored. Thereâs literally nothing on this damned island except a pile of rocks and a bunch of trees and a particularly nice castleââ
âNo.â Shanks gave a huff of irritation, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at Mihawk. âGo off and play with the other monkeys if youâre so damned bored.â
âTheyâre already afraid of me,â he huffed, pouting like a child. He brushed a few unruly strands of hair away from his eyes, turning his gaze out toward the forest. âStupid apes.â Mihawk only rolled his eyes, shook his head, and returned to the idle task of sword maintenance. âIâm frankly surprised you didnât just slaughter all of them the moment you set foot here.â
âThey make for a decent security system,â he said levelly.
âOr youâre secretly just a big softieââ
Shanks straightened out and gave another broad grin when Mihawk tossed a sharp glare at him...and then slumped back down in defeat when his supposed âfriendâ gave a heavy sigh and turned his attention back to his sword.
It went on this way for some timeâShanks continually poking and prodding, attempting to annoy Mihawk enough to coax him into a fight; and Mihawk persisting in the task of sword maintenance, running a whetstone across the already razor-sharp edge of the blade as he fought to keep his composure. The entire spectacle was rather like watching an excitable puppy yip at a surly cat.
You shifted your gaze to the edge of the nearby forest when Shanks looked over, the young captain waving once the rustling of the dense leaves gave way to a tall, broad-shouldered man in a black shirt, picking leaves out of his ponytailâno doubt Benn Beckman, from the description Garp had offered you. There was indeed a large rifle slung back across one of his shoulders, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. He glanced toward Mihawk, before stopping just short of his captain, looking down at him.
âRepairs are finished and the Log Poseâs set,â he said, his brow furrowing when Shanks frowned in clear disappointment. âWe getting off of this rock or are you still antagonizing the current inhabitants?â
âI am visiting with a dear old friend,â said Shanks, giving an indignant huff and crossing his arms. He rolled his eyes back over to Mihawk. âIsnât that right, Hawkieâ?â
âCall me that again and youâll be leaving this island wearing your entrails as necklace,â said Mihawk coolly.
âSee?â said Shanks, gesturing toward Mihawk. âWeâre just catching up on old times.â
Beckman stared down at his captain for a long moment, frowning, his cigarette smoldering at the corner of his mouth. He finally shook his head and stepped back a couple paces, leaning back against a pile of stones and crossing his arms. âAlright,â he said. âHave fun.â
âOh, I am,â Shanks assured him with a positively gleeful grin. He rolled his shoulders and took a drink from the bottle of liquor clenched in his hand, his eyes drifting back over to Mihawk. âWell, it seems our all too pleasant reunion may be drawing to a close, Hawkieââ
Shanksâs grin only widened when Mihawk lifted his gaze to glare at him, his hand gripping tighter around the whetstone.
Shanks seemed to bite his tongue for a moment, pursing his lips to suppress his growing amusement at Mihawkâs growing annoyance, before his expression spread back into a grin as he lifted his eyebrows.
âHow about a little kiss goodbyeâyâknow, between friends and allââ
âThatâs itââ
Mihawk was on his feet in a flash, tossing the whetstone away.
Shanks was on his feet just as quickly, a look of absolute glee brightening his features as he drew his sabre.
Beckman took a few casual steps off to the side, pulling his cigarette down from his lips to flick the ashes away, shaking his head, his hand tightening around the butt of his rifle almost imperceptibly.
And you, in spite of yourself, let out a tiny squawk of alarm at the entire spectacle...and quickly realized your mistake.
While Mihawk surged forward with his blade drawn, while Beckman kept his sharp eyes flickering between him and his captain, Shanksâs gaze flickered over toward the sound you had just let out.
And his eyes widened the slightest bit as his eyes met yours.
And he lifted his sword to block what would have been a deadly blow from Mihawk as he continued staring at you as you froze in the windowsill, your feathers ruffling out the slightest bit in response to the terror dawning over you.
Beckman also followed his captainâs gaze, lifting an eyebrow as he noticed your presence.
Shanks drew in a sharp breath, his eyes growing even wider, wide as the eyes of a child with a bottomless wallet in a candy shop. One single, almost breathless word left his lips as they spread into a delighted smile:
âParrot.â
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#one piece#opla#mihawk x reader#mihawk#dracule mihawk#dracule mihawk x reader#monkey d. garp#garp#bogard#red hair pirates#shanks#fan fiction#one piece fan fiction#fanfic#one piece fanfic#flightrisk
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so what if you are michael kaiser's ex. like just one of many, the one that broke up with him a year ago. the catch is that despite hating this guy's guts, somehow you always ends up meeting him again at least 3 times a month. 20 times, if you are particularly unlucky that month.
your friend drags you to a party? bam, kaiser is thereâwith a new date. a job meeting with someone in the cafe? wow kaiser is sitting two tables away. you got lost in some big city in another country with your phone battery dying? would you look at thatâit's kaiser.
and, probably the worst part, it isn't as if kaiser isn't also sick of you. he is probably your #1 hater at this point. gone was the charming bad boy from the first date and only a bitter ex is left.
the funny part is that this particular bitter ex is one that accompanies you in the party when your friend left you ("my date gets boring," he said); one that looks ready to punch a guy and helps you when your client turns out to be an asshole ("why did i help you?" he parrots your question. "if i ignored that it will just be worse for me in the way that i don't want it to be."); and the one who makes sure you reach your hotel safely ("idiots like you need pity to stay alive.")
the one that doesn't want any present he gave to you returned, but also the one who scoffs whenever you ask "Why?" or "Why the fuck?"
(if kaiser is also one that couldn't swallow his pride to ask you back, that's for everyone except you to know.)
(and if you still never date anyone after breaking up with him that's your own problem and no one else's.)
i have been itching to write ex!kaiser since like. idk. last month?? a bit tempted to also include the 'we knew each other too long to cut each other off' trope, but that's for another time. he is enough of a complicated asshole already. so it's just 'exes who still clearly have feeling for each other' + 'exes who acts like sworn enemy' with a pinch of 'everyone knows and are sick of them' trope. this dude and this idea is hilarious to me because like he is kind of a himedere in my head, but he is so interesting and not just t h a t in a very 'i want to punch him' way. but anyway very brainrot but this guy, i believe, despite his narcissistic tendencies and all his self centered issues, seems like someone who will love deeply when it came for the oneâą. like dude is like that with soccer, the capital c commitment is strong. it's just reaching that stage that's hard, because he is also capital a asshole.
#bllk#bllk imagines#blue lock#bllk x reader#bluelock x reader#blue lock x reader#blue lock scenarios#bllk kaiser#michael kaiser#blurbs#fic ideas#for later again#probably soon because this one seems shorter if written but hey#who knows. kaiser is full of surprise#bllk fluff#blue lock fluff#kaiser x reader#michael kaiser x reader#maybe one day soon
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Hi :3!! I heard you have a biker au :0? !!!
- đŠ
DO I EVER HAVE A BIKER AU
well its the seeds of an idea for a biker au..... gonna yap abt it under the cut :3
warning: i yap for a while.
So this biker au follows the story of a gang of bikers, and the group of mechanics that work at the shop these bikers always go to when they get their shit rocked.
The biker gang (at the moment) consists of Ash, Spoke, Roshambo, Squiddo, and Planet. They do trail biking, and often compete in official and unofficial races that can often result in injuries and broken bikes. Haven't named the gang yet but Spoke probably named it so they probably call themselves somsthing stupid like La La Legioâ *gets shot*
These guys have been friends since highschool and are currently all attending college when not racing or at their respective workplaces. Their collective goal with racing is mostly to have fun, but Spoke and Ash in particular have some sort of beef with another couple bikers who they race often: Minute, Clown, and Leo.
Those three, the PMC (Poopy Motor Cyclists, as Spoke has dubbed them), are well known in the trail racing community to bike with reckless abandon, but they somehow always end up winning their races. Ash and Spoke don't like them. The rest of their friends think it stems from jealousy.
The thing about racing these guys is that Ash and Spoke are, more often than not, coaxed into also biking with less care and more risk than they usually would. They, however, are not as lucky as the PMC and often find themselves either injured or in the shop begging Parrot for a discount on the most recent repairs that need to be done.
Now, these mechanics. They work at a locally owned bike repair shop, founded by Mapicc's grandfather. Mapicc very recently inherited ownership of the shop, and is kind of struggling to find his footing as the guy in charge. His employees (who he pays very well don't listen to them when they say otherwise) are mostly all his friends who were looking for jobs.
Reddoons, Branzy, Parrot, Mapicc, Cube, and Bacon all work there full time, and a couple of them (Mapicc and Cube) even bike themselves when they have the time.
Roshambo and Mapicc have known eachother since diapers, so he's always gotten discounts at the shop. The rest of his gang has been not-so-subtlety trying to befriend the rest of the mechanics at the shop to also get access to this discount.
And basically, this AU follows the story of these two groups of people. How their worlds overlap, how they stay separate, and what they can learn from each other. Might sprinkle a little power of friendship in there for safe measure.
Parrot and Spoke have a little enemies to friends arc,
Reddoons learns to let go and grieve something he loved,
Branzy falls in love with the WRONG FUCKING BIKER,
Ashswagg finds it in himself to be devoted to something a little healthier than a one-sides rivalry
Spoke learns he doesn't need to do crazy things and get crazy hurt to be cared about,
Mapicc becomes more comfortable in his authority and abilities, learning not to compare his accomplishments with those of others,
Ash and Red fill missing pieces for eachother, offering comfort balanced with excitement and the feeling of loving something other than bikes,
Minute and Leo spend a LOT of time trying to find out who keeps giving Minute anonymous notes claiming to be his biggest fan,
and other fun shenanigans!!!
This would be a massive project to write but i really do hope i get there someday. I do really have a soft spot for Hot biker + the fucking IDIOT that fixes his bike
thanks for asking about the au!!!!
#lifesteal smp#lssmp#mcyt#lifesteal au#biker au#plot ideas#scam duo#havoc duo#duality duo#clownzy#rocco writing#????? i guess??#anyway#biker au real#rocco responds
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I used to be part of the TOH fandom but left after the finale - I felt it was very lacking and was a huge letdown for all the reasons you said. Patting itself on the back and lore erasure. But I'd like to ask about something different.
It's no secret Dana hates Disney. But saying it everywhere, the jabs at Disney in the actual show, the attitude of fans parroting her, especially when the news of the shortening was first out - it was legitimately intense. Disney the company has done bad things. But there was a period where I felt like a bad person for even remotely enjoying Disney movies and Disney-published books. I hated myself and felt I was 'betraying' the show, because I had been told Disney was the enemy and nothing more. Disney shortening the show was not a good decision. But it also provided fans with a convenient scapegoat to put every bit of blame on when the show had the tiniest flaw. Comics of beating up Mickey Mouse, 'Disney' being treated like a swear word, praising TOH as the holy grail of animation and saying Disney hated gay people - it made me feel I was a traitor to the show and to myself. (I'm still figuring out my sexuality, but I know I'm not straight.)
Do you think the Disney blame game was too much?
The toh fandom has this incredibly binary way of thinking; the show is the greatest thing in animation and if you don't agree then you're a bigot. Lumity is the best sapphic ship ever and if you don't think so then you're lesbophobic. Shipping non canon ships is tantamount to a war crime. And of course, any criticism of the show has the convenient Disney defense. Any and all flaws of the show is because Disney is evil for not letting the show reach its full potential.
Listen, getting your show cancelled or shortened sucks. But, unfortunately, it's not unique and writers need to prepare for that because it seems to be an occupational hazard in the entertainment industry. A lot of shows get cancelled without even having a conclusion (thank you Netflix for ending the Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance on a cliffhanger! even after the show won a got dang Emmy! đ€) so people should be thankful that at least the toh crew were allowed to finish the story.
I can give grace when analyzing a show's elements knowing what the writers had to deal with. But if they make decisions knowing ahead of time that they only have half a season and 3 specials left, and proceed to add more characters and plot lines that would require a longer season, then those are all fair game.
Dana knew of the Shortening around the production of Eda's Requiem, yet decided to add the Collector, because screw it! We like this little guy and want to see where it goes! They had Hunter get possessed and kill his best friend, yet barely any time is given to him to process that trauma. In the penultimate episode, Boscha, of all people, gets a mini sub plot despite not being relevant for a full season. Luz's angst arc gets 4. separate. resolutions.
None of this is Disney's fault. This all on the crew for not using their precious time wisely and tossing whatever they can to the wall to see what sticks.
So yeah, the Disney blame game is too much but it's also a blessing in disguise because now it's a convenient shield for whoever doesn't want to hear criticism about the show.
As for feeling guilty about liking Disney; listen, Disney has been foundational for literally millions of people for decades. Its presence and influence is seemingly inescapable. And the company has done some awful things in the name of corporate greed and profit.
But you should never feel guilty for liking something that brings you joy.
Remember that writers and artists are responsible for the shows you love. Many queer folks have seen themselves in Disney movies for a variety of reasons and there are many queer artists that have worked for Disney (hi Howard Ashman and Andreas Deja!)
So no, you're not a traitor for liking Disney.
The toh fandom has a very reactionary, us-vs-them attitude and it's incredibly toxic. So don't let the haters get you down!
I wish you well on your journey and hope you're in a better place.
Thank you for the ask!
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A fic rec of One Direction fics where they're neighbors as requested in this ask. If you like the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!
âLouis/Harryâ
⊠so let's cross the lines we lost by thecoloursneverfade
(E, 165k, uni au) Harry and Louis have a complicated past, Niall throws too many parties, Zayn is definitely not pining, and Liam just wants everyone to get along
⊠Speaking of Marvels by navigator, quitter
(E, 100k, nanny au) AU. Louis is a nanny in suburban New Jersey, and the neighbors' son is home from college for the summer. It was supposed to be a fling.
⊠Light My Fire, Blow My Flame by @softfonds
(E, 98k, adaptation) the One WhereâŠ. Louis is a Broadway actor, Harry is a newly graduated lawyer, Liam is a radio DJ, Zayn is an English Professor at NYU, and Niall is a music producer. A Friends AU.
⊠to lure a hummingbird (you had me moonstruck) by brokenbeaks / @broken-beaks
(E, 81k, trapped au) An enemies-to-lovers fic where Harry and Louis are neighbours who are forced to get along due to the inconvenience (or convenience) of a broken lift.
⊠Little by Little by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense
(E, 65k, omega/omega) Harry discovers figuring out who you are is more complicated than a potato metaphor.
⊠Enchanted by @brightgolden
(E, 25k, kid fic) Where Louis finally meets his neighbour. After a few conversations, he begins to realise he is too weak to resist the charms of the new mother and his six month old daughter.
⊠In Dreams by dolce_piccante / @haydolce
(M, 23k, secret admirer) AU. When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat come with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days.
⊠That's How I Know by @allwaswell16
(E, 19k, parrot fic) the one where Harryâs African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.
⊠please don't be in love with someone else by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze
(E, 18k, friends to lovers) the one where Harry and Louis are neighbors and there's a lot of overthinking, misunderstandings, Backstreet Boys sing-alongs, embarrassing moments in the hallway, and pining. They somehow still make it work.
⊠Cut to The Feeling by ishiplouis / @pocketsunshineharry
(E, 16k, fluff and smut) AU where Louis is a ghostwriter working from home, and Harry is his firefighter neighbour who happens to have the cutest dog on Earth.
⊠come on over, we've got something to share by @jaerie
(E, 12k, a/b/o) Even as an unbonded omega with a four year old, Harry had everything he needed.Â
⊠A Real Work of Art by @lululawrence
(NR, 11k, makeover au) the one where Harry calls on an old friend, the super popular Louis Tomlinson, to help him change his look to capture the heart of Logan. Things only mostly go as planned.
⊠You and Me and the Devil Makes Three by moodlighting
(M, 10k, bed sharing) AU. Louis moves in next door to Harry. Louis has a ghost, Harry has an extra futon and a crush.
⊠Just Your Jinx by @larryatendoftheday
(T, 10k, witch Harry) Harry Styles may or may not have accidentally jinxed his extremely fit new neighbor, and it's not so easy to make things right.
⊠Wanted: Dog Walker by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf
(G, 6k, silver fox Louis) Louis needs a dog walker. Harry answers the ad.
⊠I'll Keep You Warm by @parmahamlarrie
(T, 6k, snow storm) Louis is the kind of guy who keeps his head down and minds his own business. Heâs lived on the same street for years and barely would recognize the buildings, let alone his neighbours.Â
⊠Love Mail by @neondiamond
(G, 5k, strangers to lovers) the one where Harry and Louis keep mistakingly receiving each otherâs mail (and also fall in love)
⊠Through the Wall (Through the Wall) by @taggiecb
(M, 5k, humor) "We live in adjacent apartment and one day I accidentally knocked a hole in the wall and into your living room. I'm really sorry oh my God you're naked" AUÂ
⊠Unplant by @hellolovers13
(M, 4k, trans Harry) Louis should've looked where he was going, then he wouldn't have to desperately try to save a little flower now.
⊠Heels Over Head by @kingsofeverything
(E, 3k, famous/famous) Louis Tomlinson returns from tour to find that his new next door neighbor doesn't realize his backyard is not completely private.
⊠an honest mistake by @disgruntledkittenface
(NR, 2k, humor) Louis has ridden the elevator with his neighbor all week. The first time they speak, thereâs a misunderstanding.
âRare Pairsâ
⊠Now that you're here, I never want you to leave by WeAreTheLuckyOnes
(E, 17k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) the one where Louis's a drummer, Nick's a radio DJ, and Louis's dogs are menaces.
⊠Kind of Tough to Tell a Scruff (Stand and Deliver) by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships
(M, 4k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) In which Nick moves north and Louis lives next door.
⊠Take a Piece of My Heart by cherrylarry / @beelou
(G, 4k, Niall/Shawn Mendes) The one where Niall invites his neighbor Shawn to a Valentineâs Day get together with his friends and maybe itâs a mistake.
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Oh my god this latest episode. First of all a HEIST EPISODE my favorite!!! But then god I am always hit like a truck by the sudden random extremely emotional moments, the goodness and the friendship đđđ Parrot purposefully not giving any diamonds so heâs the one on the chopping block for execution agegegehwhahhs he is making me INSANE he has such a good heart
I need to know what was going on through his head as that roulette wheel was spinning. Was he hoping it would land on him to spare dean, like heâd been prepared to do for all of them when he came up with that plan? Or deep down did he hope he would get to live, like heâs desperately been trying to do in every video, fleeing with his best friend across thousands of blocks or to the ends of the End to try to build a life for them? Did he finally despair of getting a happy ending, or was he desperately clawing at life? (The Genesis Rhapsodos ff7 parallels oh my goddddd)
OH MY GOD LUIGI NOOOOO was that the first actual death weâve seen? Bc if so thatâs an insane way to start thatânot in some grand battle for a grand cause, but suddenly in the midst of a pointless struggle for an impossible arbitrary goalâwith as many diamonds as Reddoons has, the value of diamonds kinda becomes pointless, I mean what is he going to do with all of those? Because it seems like he just wants to sit on them like a dragon on its hoard. âClearly you guys value life more than I doâ well why do you value diamonds red? The main thing theyâre used for is to craft armor, like all the miners just did to get gear to fight you. Armor, the main goal of which is to preserve life, which becomes meaningless when you donât value life. I am going to start chewing drywall
And at the beginning of that scene Reddons saying someone has to die to make a point, when really when he killed Luigi he made a martyr and only hardened the resolve of his enemies đ„Č
âHere lies Luigi, a friendâ oh Parrot. You love so hard and so fast and it kills me. Being the first to advocate for potentially trusting Coin too, and the fact that that single act saved their lives in the end, kindness pays off ohh my GODDD
Alas. But even if kingdoms founded on good intentions like Parrotâs end kingdom seemed always doomed to fail, at least all the tyrannical kingdoms always fall as well
OH. OH it landed on green??? Oh god heâs finally valuing life in the worst way possible they are insane for that twist, holy shit that ending
âI wonât let you die. I promiseâ I am going to hurl myself into the void
The emerald o7 đ„Č
#bless you coin for not going through with it#I love all of them but I think parrotâs is my favorite of the 3 perspectives#THE MINECRAFT LORE HAS ME BY THE THROAT AGAIN HELP#goddamnit do I need to write a fic for this#star rambles#uu#unstable universe#parrotx2#deanthebean9#wifies#reddoons#luigitoan#coinmonke#star gushes
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Why didn't anyone tell me there are new hot characters in Ikemen Vampire?!
Galileo Galilei (VA: Makoto Furukawa)
Same voice actor as Sherlock Holmes in Moriarty the Patriot omgggg
I am not going to lie. He looks like he has a very bad attitude, in the sense that you can be doing anything and he somehow knows how to do it a thousand times better and he's going to throw it in your face (even so, he doesn't say it with bad intentions???)
Please stop judging me with your eyes
It gives me vibes that he's a freak of order or doesn't like people touching his things or getting into his room/space/studio
Imagine being in a room with Galileo and Mozart. Both silent and in a bad mood (Dazai would say they are brothers in some way. I have no proof, but I don't doubt either)
It also gives me vibes his route will be an enemies to lovers
I think that even though he dislikes Leonardo's disorder, he is one of the characters with whom he gets along best
I'm not sure. A part of me tells me that Isaac could perhaps be a little Galileo simp
I DON'T CARE WHAT CYBIRD SAYS. I DON'T CARE IF THEY TELL ME THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS AND SLEEP TOGETHER. ARTHUR AND GALILEO GET ON BAD. THEY ARE DOG AND CAT. WATER AND OIL (definitely not because Galileo has the same voice actor as Sherlock and I kind of imagine him with a similar attitude)
Francis Drake (VA: Tasuku Hatanaka)
I'm not going to lie to you. I had to look up who the character was because his name didn't sound familiar to me
Bro is technically a pirate??? đ€šđ€šđ€š
HIS SMILE HIS SMILE BARK BARK
I really like his eyes...and his smile
What he says: "Haha you're so short. How is the weather underground?" What he thinks: "Omg she's so small she's adorable"
I think his route could be the same as enemies to lovers, but it started with a misunderstanding
Somehow I think he can be very nice to be around, unlike Galileo. Very chill, but at the same time worried about his things and space
Maybe he likes to drink. Could be a drinking partner for Arthur and Theo
If he doesn't have a pet parrot I want him to get mad every time someone asks if his pet is a parrot just because they think he's a pirate (Francis: Hey đ / MC: Are you a pirate? / Francis: đ )
He gives me a vibe that he's always in a silly goofy mood, but that he can kill you if you bother him too much
The dynamic between the two is: I have to put up with my horrible roommate because I don't have money to buy my own home (comte, please adopt them)
They have matching clothes so they are married (and divorced at the same time)
Extra:
Francis: "It's easy to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield."
Galileo: Opposite over hypotenuse
Galileo: Dipshit
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Francis: Hopefully Galileo has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings
Galileo: Oh, shut up and die Francis
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Galileo: I'm having problems with a guy...
Francis: Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?
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[Francis is cleaning the house and he finds an empty bottle of orange juice]
Francis: Clear orange juice?
Francis: Oh, it's empty
Galileo, who has been watching the entire time: I live with an idiot. I live with an idiot. I live with an idiot
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[Galileo and Francis's house is on fire, but they don't know it]
Galileo: Damn, it's hot in here
Francis: I know, it's so hot there's smoke coming out of the vent!
Galileo: ...
Galileo: First of all, I'm assuming you have no idea what the problem with that statement is
Francis: What?
Galileo: Second of all, we need to get the fuck out of here, NOW
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[After being defeated by the mansion's friendship power]
Galileo: The real treasure was the memories we made along the way
Francis: I almost died
Galileo: That... was my favorite memory
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If wukong told (lied) to macaque that he never cared about him, do you think that would make macaque even more aggresive or like shut down/be the final straw that finally makes macaque let go of wukong
so, just like my answer for whether macky would willingly erase swk from his life, I think this answer also depends on when in the show swk told macky this, and what better way to explain this than by going through each outcome per season :)
UNO
looking at s1, we meet a Macaroni who is very hellbent on killing (or at the very least, heavily damaging) SWK because he feels like the guy never truly gave a shit about him (<- my interpretation). thus, it is safe to assume that if Wukong were to laugh off Marnolo's hurt and anger and tell the guy that he never cared, Mac&cheese will only feel that his current assumptions of SWK are correct and that the guy only cares about himself and his image.
would he feel hurt about it? oh absolutely. maybe punch a wall, destroy the "dojo" he allegedly lives in in an outburst of power and anger. maybe scream and cry but be mad at his own tears (begin to wipe them away but is too hash so he scars himself and then can't stop bc he's very self-destructive)
DOS
technically, Wukong is MIA so this would never happen. BUT! have you considered!!! Wukong telling MK that Macdonalds was just some guy from his past, nobody super important, basically a nobody he wronged in his long list of enemies. which MK might possibly parrot back to Macadoo in 2x07
heavens above Marconi would be pissed.
forget trying to be a dick to MK and "teaching" him that his path of emulating Wukong has already made him forget his friends (untrue, but this is what i assume was Macky's interpretation of MK's actions since the guy didn't actively search for his missing friends, who MK thought left him on purpose).
nah, Macky is hunting SWK down. he is out for blood because "did i serious mean so little to you? were our nights under that tree sharing secrets, dreams, peaches fucking nothing to you?" (and idk....maybe after the air clears out, possibly, macky would realize SWK's true reason for being MIA and....help out???? mayhaps???....yeah, yeah, i know only in my dreams T^T)
TRES
ok, so we could technically say this sort of happened in ep1 when Sun Wukong said, "i thought it was someone important," and, "so what, you're her puppet now? i mean, makes sense. you always did have a sidekick kind of vibe."
and that is basically Wukong implying that he viewed his relationship with Macaque as one where he didn't consider Macky to be important to him, or someone he saw as a close friend. however, this is also a tactic Wukong uses against nearly every villain he interacts with, simply to get a rise out of them. so, pin that down as Wukong being observant enough to know which words to use to hurt.
AND Macky's reaction to it is him jumping out of his cool-ass looking jet and body-slamming the monkey king to the floor. so, uh, it is safe to assume that Macky was pissed off at Wukong's comment.
THUS! with that in mind, we can say that in this context, Macackle will be upset enough to fight him; however, if we were to consider the end of s3 (like Samadhi Fire ritual to the end) i would go with the option of Mackarell shutting down and feeling like that comment is the nail in the coffin for their relationship.
CUATRO
in s4? absolutely not. he would be dragging Wukong by the ear, demanding that he repeat what he said, ordering Wukong to try and convince himself that their past meant nothing while Macky still lives and breathes. and especially after the s4 special.
you could argue that Macky could shut down in the beginning of s4, but i think he'd probably laugh it off because he knows now that Wukong is lying. he's being his old deflective self and probably doesn't know where to place Macanoli in his head now that they're technically on better terms with LBD done with.
but after all the drama of going through SWK's memories? nuh uh, Wukong can't get out of this, nope. you handed iMac a chocolate peach popsicle. it is too late for you turn back and lie about your feelings. you can dig your grave and lie about it, but he's just gonna hit you right back with your own medicine and make you understand that if y'all truly want to reconcile, you cannot continue lying to yourself that you don't care.
not anymore.
so, anyway, i hope this answers your question, anon! i had a lot of fun running this question around in me braincage :3
#lmk#lmk six eared macaque#lmk sun wukong#shadowpeach#bc i cannot help myself but talk about them in the context of shadowpeach#literally could have said 'i think if swk told macky this now compared to previous episodes' he would know it was bullshit (since he & MK#went through swk's memories and got to SEE swk's side of their relationship) and would've called the idiot out on it bc nuh uh are they#going to go through the same motions as before and fuck up their communication like last time you take that fucking back you bitch'#but (of course) i wanted back up for this answer and this show occupies all the nooks and crannies of my mind :)#for the sake of this mini essay (she says typing out her tags before finishing this post) imma capitalize only the names#for the bit#also mispell macky's name#for the bit....as well#no i am not counting macky out for being self-destructive#he has BEEN self-destructive to himself and his health until the end of s3#nobody can convince me otherwise#this man was on the path of destroying himself to either destroy wukong or free himself from lbd (whom i might add WAS SOMEONE#HE WILLINGLY CONSIDERED IT WA BETTER TO BATHE IN THE FIRES OF SAMADHI TO BE FREE FROM HER CONTRACT! YOU#KNOW....THE VERY SAME FLAMES THAT CAN BURN REALITIES??? THAT FIRE!!!)#*sighs* why must my answers about shadowpeach and almost everything lmk related be long T^T#not mad just confused on that fact that i have been in a writer's traffic jam for weeks but get asked this and SUDDENLY????#all my energy comes back????#rude af brain >:(#asks#anonymous
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GODDD YOUR BRAIN. a lot of what you said is stuff ive been thinking about for literal years and esp now with my most recent playthrough of 1 and 2. the video was great and i also found a pdf for orientalism that i will be picking through as i have the time for it. ive had a post in my drafts ive been working on for a few days. specifically about how the crimson raider leadership (excluding moxxi and including the vault hunters) is comprised entirely of corporate settlers and how that still absolutely fuels their ideology when it comes to the bandit clans. tannis, zed, and pierce are all dahl, marcus has been both siding every conflict since the beginning of mankind, and roland and the ENTIRE military force of the crimson raiders (excluding the vhs) are atlas leftovers. and ofc its seen as necessary because there needs to be bodies between them and hyperion so every injustice against the planet is forgiven. its hardly even mentioned. even moxxi, who is pandoran born, profits in just. outright massacring the population with her fighting rings. (the underdome was sponsored by every corporation, including the shield manufacturers.) the desire that the raiders have to protect pandora just feel like protecting the. thirty or so people who live with them because everyone else is seen as not worthy to the point where mass execution and displacement is encouraged. im not going to talk about bl3 because im a bit rustier on it at this point but in FFS thats an issue brought up at the very start of the dlc: the crimson raiders are losing power and arent needed anymore because jack is gone. like they arent doing any great help to the planet. theyre not even wanted by the end of 2. side tangent but the two things that stand out to me the most on first thoughts are: destroying the eridium mine supplying sledges men in one (after already killing him and half the settlement) and doing straight up environmental warfare in 2 when freezing out the bloodshots. its just unnecessary cruelty. im sorry for taking so long to type this out i have. untreated adhd đ
No no no it's okay speak your mind!!!
Also some additional things I didn't have the place to say in my answer:
One, you could very easily interpret bl1 and particularly bl2 as an extended metaphor for American destabilization and subsequent media treatment of the Middle East. Except Gearbox themselves is parroting the in-universe perception of Pandora as a "barren wasteland where nobody lives", i.e. the myth of terra nullius. Despite all evidence to the contrary.
Two, 2 specifically has an anti-colonialist narrative. Handsome Jack is a colonizer and you oppose him. But within this opposition is a DISTINCT subtext of "yeah he wants to kill off the bandits of Pandora but he also considers the Normal People, like Salvador and your friends to be bandits!", not "bandits are also humans with dignity". I'm not sure if the former is the conclusion the writers want you to arrive at, but it kind of feels like it.
Three, if I remember correctly the first time a tink (xenohuman/mutant) was not presented as part of the subhuman orientalized faction was fucking New Tales. And I think there was one in Debt or Alive as well (including a tongue in cheek joke about how calling your enemies slurs is kinda bad actually). Yet again, either the writers can't comprehend someone disabled in a not-"cool scifi" way being human, or the Borderlands universe has ridiculous amounts of ableism and baseliner supremacist (can you tell I love Rimworld's terminology for this sort of stuff) sentiment. But homophobia isn't real so that's funny haha right guys??????
As for 3... yeah there isn't much there. Ellie tells us that Pandora has been drained of all resources, Tyreen tells us what I already addressed, fucking Vaughn man. I'm sure I could say smth more coherent on all that but I can't rn, brain fried.
Then there's the Looters and Frostbiters and Devil Riders, who for gameplay purposes are reskinned bandits for the DLCs, but they aren't stated to be bandits for... what reason exactly, aside from geographic isolation (all the other bandits across the galaxy are universally homogenized so...)? I mean, frostbiters even associate into clans like bandits do...
And I do highly suggest you read Orientalism, it's a foundational text in post-colonial studies for a reason, but I find that it also applies incredibly well to media analysis :)
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OMG JADE!!!!
that was the cutest shit i have ever read i love love omfg iâm so happy for you!!!! she seems like such a sweetheart đ„čđ„č i wish you guys the best in youâre future together!!! YOURE ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND
also i have been good all things considered đđcollage is literally kicking my ass and itâs only the 2nd week of class like 3 hour scientific maths on a monday at 9am but i have made a friend!! so that really helps iâm actually proud of myself for making a friend i find it so hard to make friends because iâm so awkward irl âčïžâčïžâčïž also my ex friends fucked me over so bad that it lowkey scares me to make friends but sheâs so lovely BUT OTHER THAN THAT ITS NOT ALL THAT BAD
also iâm planning on seeing my other friend tomorrow and it reminds me how i need to start driving ASAP i feel like lady gaga in that one meme âno sleep đđ» bus,club đđ»another bus planeđđ» no sleep !
also to that cheeky asssss anon iâm in your walls and i will find you im crazy donât doubt me leave my pookie jade ALONE RUDE ASSS
i love how i randomly dropped some lore in there MOMENTS OF WEAKNESS DONT MIND ME
she is such a sweetheart i want to sit on her shoulder like a pirate and their parrot
I HOPE U AND YOUR BOYFRIEND ARE WELL!!! wishing u guys an even BETTER future !!!!!!!
college sucks ass im treating my gap year like a holiday (realistically i dont think im gonna end up going at all lmao but thats a whole other story) 3 hour maths would kill me im so sorry about that⊠youre literally a genius though i have no doubt youll smash it!
im glad you made a friend!!! youre literally so awesome social interactions are my greatest enemy đ im cheering for u can u hear me!!! wooo!!!! im really sorry your ex friends are asshole losers they probs have the face of a donkeys arse though and they clearly have no futures so dont worry about them<333
I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN WITH YOUR FRIEND!!! stay safe !!
everyone has their moments of weakness you have no idea how many times ive almost trauma dumped on here lmfao
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